We were there. In the place where lovers go only in each other’s arms. It didn’t matter whose hand I held, my eyes were always on you. Through each other’s eyes, we watched the Victoria and marveled at the Taj. We saw the Wonders and lived and laughed, and I loved it, even though I had Tomorrow’s ring on my finger. I hated hurting him, but your smile promised me a thousand tomorrows. So I let him go and signed away all, because you would be enough.
This wasn’t like that first time, when I was there, waiting for you, but you did not come because I was not it. Because I was not enough. This time, it was both of us. There. So we kissed and whispered nothings and fell asleep. And here I am. Awake and alone. With nothing.