We Fought Our Hardest

I want to know we fought our hardest, that we loved each other.

But loving someone doesn’t mean it was meant to be.

Sometimes loving means leaving, because the pain cuts deep and the tears flow heavy .

Sometimes you end up discovering the person who was your best friend,

The person you loved,

The person you still do,

Sometimes you learn that person was not the person for you.

But it’s nice to look back and know, that yes love,

We gave it our best shot .

And the saddest part is,

Sometimes that isn’t not good enough.