What happened?

I wonder if you still think of me?
Because I still do.
I can't help but think about the days that we had.
On how much you loved me back then,
And why I still love you until now?

I found myself writing about you today.
Thinking why it end, why WE ended.
Am I not enough for you?
Or I was too much?

I know you too well.
I know that you love arts. You love to draw. You have such talent. You used to sketch me.

You love dancing. But dancing hates you.
You love doing silly faces infront of me, or mimic what I do.

You love it when I get mad at you because you're having the chance to cuddle me, too.

You love serving for me. Like a true husband to his wife. Cooking food for me. Massaging my foot tired from work. And doing all my requests.

And you know me too well.

You know that I love the color blue.
You know I hate it when you mimic me, but you still do it.
You know I love cuddles that's why it's okay for you to bully me.
You know that I don't eat fish head or chicken head, and you eat them for me.

But I guess what you don't know is I love you so much. That even when we've been years apart, I am still hurting.

I miss you so bad that it hurts.

What happened?
What happened to us?