Heart destroyer

Valentines day 2020 was the first time we spoke, and i knew even though the conversation was platonic you were going to one day destroy my heart. Then on 17th March we both admitted we were falling in love - but at the end of that day we drove to opposite ends of England to work from home as the Pandemic got in to full swing. We made plans, we were hopeful. We told each other we missed each other everyday and we spoke as often as we could. I fell more in love with every meaningless, and meaningful conversation we had. Lockdown eased, but you didn't run back to us like we'd talked about in the endless lockdown nights... you blamed your ex, your son, work, anything and everything.... what I didn't know was that you were never really mine. You weren't single. And going in to lockdon 2.0 as I find out about more and more of the deceit you got away with because of the various measures we had to take to keep each other safe, I am left wondering was it ever real? You don't answer my calls anymore, you ended what we had via text. Did lockdown ruin the chance for something real to blossom, or were you never free to be mine? I'll spend this lockdown mending all the parts of me you broke. As if it wasn't hard enough already.