it isn't real if its just one night.

another night spent with you,
is another night full of regret.
not regret of being with you,
but knowing that nothings any different.
not any different than i hoped.
we dont talk anymore,
when we use to talk for hours, about the past and our future.
making promises to each other we promise we would keep,
to make each other happier and never stop trying.
that spark is slowly fading and im scared that im the only one who sees it.
knowing this cant last forever, even though we would like it too.
cant we talk for hours like we use too, cant we make each other blush all over again.
i loved what we had, i hate what we've become.