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It's funny how you suddenly started smiling at me

Those lingering glancies I always wished for had become mine

A well of joy opened up inside me,for I had finally caught your attention

I had finally become worthy of your affections

I should have known it was too good to be real

I should have known the fates would never let me be happy

The signs were all there,I should have seen it coming

Vibrant conversations were replaced by a dull grey

You were no longer eager to see me

My voice was no longer beautiful neither was my face appealing anymore

I wondered what happened,I wondered what I did wrong

You were in love with the poems and not the poet

You fell for my poetry,not me

I stopped writing love letters when you became mine because they were letters I always wrote for you

You left me because I no longer wrote love poems,but how could I continue?

I was Romeo who had finally found his Juliette

I was Edward who had found his Bella after waiting all his life

I was Jack with his own Rose

I was Jesus with his Church

I was Adam with his Eve

How then could I have continued writing romantic letters?

We were the love story I always wanted to write

It's funny how I quickly became Paris who lost his Juliette

Jacob who lost his Bella

and Adam who lost his Eden

At the very least,you taught me to write love letters to myself.