You don't say my name when we say goodnight anymore.
The first time around every day was magic and every word was love.
We were writing a story whose last page we already knew.
From the moment we met, we both knew we were doomed.
Yet we were fighting time and distance together, call by call, letter by letter, savoring every hour we did have together.
and we've tried to say goodbye hundreds of times
until the two months when it finally stuck
but somehow i always found my way back to the way you notice how i blink differently when i'm talking to you
And it's better this time because we're friends.
We talk everyday, even though you're miles away.
We laugh together and you hold me when it's hard, even though you're far.
But everything is different because we are no longer in love.
And it's okay, we're both probably happier this way.
Though it's the little things, that remind me of what almost was.
That remind me of the way we were almost meant to be.
Like the way you look at me.
But you don't love me, you closed that door.
I can tell, love, because you don't say my name when we say goodnight anymore.