All good things come to an end

I am using writing this post like a journal entry. I have so much to say to you now
Our love story was funny - we started talking one week before the first lockdown and we ended it one week before all restrictions were being lifted. I thought I had finally found the one. You were my knight in shining armour; I even called you my King. I had never been with a guy like you before. I loved how manly you were yet so gentle. I raved about you to everyone. If I could mould my perfect man it was you.
But I now realise it was all a dream. I replay that day again and again when you told me it wasn't working. That now life was returning to normal I was bound to find someone else - we both were. I knew you were wrong but I said nothing. We were never official anyway, what was there for me to fight for? I guess we had our fun during all those lockdowns but at the end of the day, all good things eventually come to an end.