Broken Hearted

It was November of '12.
A beautiful fall night,
when it was that you
asked me something that
would change my life forever.

It was November of '12,
when these words were uttered
by type.
"Would you go out with me?"
After a long, sweet message.

It was November of '12,
on a beautiful night,
when I uttered, by type,
the words,
"Yes, yes I will."

It was November of '12.
Then it was December of '12.
The fifteen day,
was a special day.
A month since those words had
been spoken, written,
formed from thoughts.

It was late December of '12.
A start of a heartbreaking period,
School was out for winter break,
I was out of school till I moved.

A chasm in my heart that
could not be crossed,
formed and I could not bring myself
to say the words.

It was early January of '13.
I was five states away,
you still in the same state.

I felt terrible,
when the truth came out.
For one person had spoken to you
a secret I had only told him.

A secret that I could
no longer continue dating.

It was early January of '13.
The truth came out, and I felt bad.

But you said I shouldn't feel guilty.
But I felt guilty anyway.

I still had felt guilty,
as I had to do it over
Facebook instead face to face.