Cliche

It was 1 a.m. and we were still talking. I can't say we were waisting out time here, because we both knew we had a problem and we knew there was a lot we needed to talk about. So there we were, burning the midnight oil, trying to solve this problem even though we both knew it didn't have a solution. Still, we sat there hoping something would happen. Hoping we could come up with a solution to our dilemma. It was as if I could even feel his hand reach up to brush the hair away from my face. And then we knew. This was good-bye. The cheerful attitude, the laughs we both shared, were all gone. The forbidden friendship that tore us to pieces and brought us to tears. In out hearts we both knew we'd have to move on, even if neither of us wanted to. Even if we thought our love could overcome anything, and we would never part, we were wrong. That was an end of an era for both of us.