Maybe We Were Meant To Be

Maybe you needed my darkness to help you see your own light. Maybe I was your pathway to finally seeing yourself. Maybe I helped you out of your dark place, and maybe that is what scared you. Maybe someone finally saw you for who you really were, and the vulnerability was deafening. My love for you was deafening.

I tried to hold on, but I could only stand and watch in gentle anguish as your fingers slipped away from mine. One. By. One. The moment the last of you slipped away, I knew. This was the end. And maybe neither one of us truly knew it yet, or maybe we both did all along. I think this was always how it was supposed to end. How could two people who came together so suddenly end any other way?

We were both lost and searching for the answers within each other. I have spent the past year trying to understand the answers I was given, but what I really want to know is: have you?

Every day, I am picking up the pieces you left me in, and one day, I know I will be whole again. I still miss you every day, and I may never know if you feel the same way. But maybe you do. And maybe we both look up at the same night sky and wish that things could have ended differently. But then maybe we both tell ourselves that we often wish for a lot of things, but that does not make them right.

The right things will find you. You taught me that. You will always be my proof that yes, it is certainly true that the very best things in this life will somehow find their way to you. Whether we get to enjoy these things for a moment or a lifetime, we can’t be sure. But if it’s meant for you, even having the right thing for just a split second is better than never having it at all.