you weren’t looking for love, you just… existed, walked, laughed, said what you wanted, and then Rafe came along, he looked at you like you were the answer to a question he never asked,

at first, it was nice, he took you to rooftops, told you his dreams, bought lemonade from the corner store, always two bottles, one for him, one for you, you liked him, maybe more than you should have,

but from the very beginning, you said: “I’m not the forever type.” and you meant it, he just didn’t listen,

he said everything about you was magic, the way you touched your hair, the way you wrinkled your nose, the way you stayed quiet, and you… just kept living, day by day.

now, he stood at the back of the church, in a navy blue suit, fists clenched, and you… you looked beautiful, white dress, calm smile, the same spark in your eyes that used to belong only to him,

you looked at him, not for long, just long enough to let him know it was really over,

Rafe swallowed hard, though his throat was tight, his heart was beating too fast, as if he still couldn’t grasp that the fairytale was over, and you were a closed chapter,

after the ceremony, he came up to you, he simply said, “you look happy”

“because I am” you said, but is that really honest?