And it wasn't love that brought us back together, it was heartbreak. It was going through sleepless nights thinking what went wrong, it was reading old conversations and scrolling old photos. It was heartbreak that brought us back, sitting across each other in that dimly lit diner. You looked as good as ever, a smile never leaving your face. You looked happier now, I'm glad. We talked about everything and anything, it felt like those years of not seeing each other never existed. Comfortable. We laid our heartbreaks on the table, knives and forks poking our battered heart. We didn't come here to put it back together and we both knew that. I showed you my scars, ones you left behind and in return you showed me bloodied hands and bruised skin, my fingerprints all over your bones. We laid our battles before us. One by one. We should've done this ages ago but I'm glad we did now. I'm glad to see you again. That night, we part ways with pieces of our hearts in each other's palm, safe and home. That night, I said good bye and actually mean it.