the story changed

Every day, hour. minute and second i spent, it was with you. you whom i confided with my everything in. and so solemnly i felt it'd be ever lasting.
but
so much was unsaid, unspoken words, some i comprehended clearly, some were like the morning fog, cold, uneasy and mixed in with the rest of the world.
i remember, how worked up i'd get over you. it was all in love and in care, but slowly this transformed into spite, anger...
we misunderstood more than we could understand. the fire put our communication into flames, obliterated it and scattered it everywhere.
and so, as i let you go, i knew i'd never find another human being who is on that level of compassion.

but as long as the world revolves, i know, i know there's a reason for every single this in this world. discussing us i am illiterate, since i cannot at all understand it.
beyond ordinary, unforgettable, EVERYTHING.