Before I knew you, I whispered to my friends about you.
When I first knew I loved you, I would barely speak those words so you could not hear them. What if you didn’t feel the same? What if it chased you away?
As we held each other close, we would murmur our love and our dreams.
When we started to fall apart, I said my part. Or maybe it was brushed off. Or maybe it was never actually heard, acknowledged, understood.
Now that it is over, my mind still murmurs, What if? What if? What if?
Now that “we” is a thing of the past, my heart still breaks with What Might Have Beens.