In the middle of the diverging paths we took, fate worked its magic to make our paths meet again. This time, however, I’m not sure if it’s worth the risk and worth destroying the walls I’ve built around my heart.
All I ever did was think of you and hoped that you were thinking of me, too.
But when you left, I had lost grasp of these words. I was just a writer with nothing to write about, a person with nothing to feel.
You hurt me when you acted like a ghost, being there for me at times but estranging me when you no longer want to be there.
But just like this moon I’m staring at that’s going to set in a few hours, our time ended as well. Replaced by the sun, replaced by something more powerful and more brilliant.
You have invaded me fully – my heart, my mind, my words. Yes, the most important part of me – my words – you have consumed them, too.
Don’t try to please them because people will never, ever be fully satisfied by you. They’ll find your flaws and your mistakes and sometimes, they will define you for those.
Are we supposed to rise with all the emotions we chose to let each other see and set with all the feelings we’re too afraid to tell?