Falling Out of Love

I lie awake every night now,
And I dream during the day.
Not knowing what I did wrong,
And how our relationship strayed.

Everything seemed so perfect,
Our lives were all layed out.
How could you've fallen out of love?
How could you have any doubts?

You knew me so well and I knew you,
I thought that we were one.
Until that single dreadful day,
You told me we were done.

You said that we weren't meant to be,
And it's always how you'll feel.
And now I can only blame myself,
For ever believing that we once were real.

(It would be great if I could get some input on this poem... good or bad... thanks)