Why did we finish before we started?

I look back on the photos, the messages, and wonder where it all went wrong. Where did we fail and and what point could we have avoided it? I guess that hardest part is having to live with never knowing the answers but learning to accept what has happened.

What did I do or say to make you leave without getting the chance to fall for me? Or maybe this was your intent all a long. You left me all alone with more questions than answers, doubting my self and questioning love.