It was a love I took for granted –
I naïvely thought our bond was unbreakable,
Eternal.
I looked at her today
And realized I no longer loved her,
She had changed too much –
McChickens were a dollar eighty-five.
Perhaps I’ve changed too.
Eighty-five cents might seem like
A tiny, miniscule difference.
Perhaps, an onlooker might say,
If our love were true,
We would not only conquer this change,
But even learn to embrace it.
But in the end,
True love is all about the little things.
It was a tearful break-up,
Sadder because no one was to blame.
We were simply victims of inevitable change.
We vowed to stay friends,
Both knowing things would never be the same.
I thought of simpler times –
Scrounging for cup holder change
During 5 AM drive-throughs –
And wished for just a moment
That we were still young and in love.
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