You were never mine and I was never yours.
Second, it’s because you’re not the same anymore; to me, at least.
Don’t tell her she’s pretty when she poured herself into so many things, worked hard day and night just so that she could have achievements of her own. When she’s sacrificed so much.
If only I had realized this sooner, I could have chosen you. I have no reasons to justify how I acted before. I only have the present and sadly, even the present is too late.
Because in this reality, there is no such thing as perfect timing. There will never be a perfect condition, a perfect state where you can love someone. Things will not readily fall into place and it’s not all cupcakes and rainbows
Bear with me. I’m getting there.
After everything that’s happened, I’m glad that we are where we’re supposed to be now: away from each other.
We can be friends as long as you don’t tell me your ambitions and dreams and I don’t share mine, wishing that maybe, just maybe, one day you’ll be a part of it.