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Where Is The Love? (Sincerely Yours)

I still fondly remember the first time you said you love me. It was like time stood still.
I could hear a butterfly land on a flower’s petal a thousand miles away. The blue color of the sky looked freshly painted, to a point of exaggeration. If a pin dropped at the other end of the earth at that point, I would have heard it.

All you said was “I love you” and my day was made. My year was complete. My life was forever changed.
All that talk of butterflies in the tummy, now I understand it. Whoever has not experienced love can never know what they have been missing.

When you said you no longer love me, again, the world came to a standstill. I had to hold on to something and quickly take a seat.
It was like the earth was sinking. Like my heart was stuck in a nutcracker and the vices were being turned. Again, my life changed forever.

The colors were drained from the sky. Even the sun got shy and hid behind the clouds for hours.
At that moment I felt like throwing up. I think that was because it felt like a thousand butterflies just dropped dead in my tummy.

After minutes that felt like hours, of trying to regain my voice, all I could ask was why? How? What did I do wrong? How can I make this right?
You had your reasons. And there was nothing I could do.

I still don’t know why I didn’t cry. If someone had told me we would be over, I never would have believed them. If they had told me when it happened, I wouldn’t be a crying mess, I probably would have laughed at them.
But here we stand. And as much as my heart was getting constricted, my eyes were hellbent on staying dry.

As I turned to walk into a future that I couldn’t understand, a question popped up in my heart.
Wearily, I turned around and asked, “when did you stop loving me?”
Sincerely yours,
Wilson J.

Wilson Joshua is a Video Editor, Content Creator, and Creative Writer.
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