I’m not sure why I’m writing this. But I wanted to let it all out. I kept it deep in my heart so no one can know. The pain hurts. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over it.
Maybe in another world, we’re actually together. Where distanced didn’t matter between us. We came to see each other often. People might be curious. Others might be shocked. But we wouldn’t care. Our different backgrounds wouldn’t stop us from being together.
I kept on thinking about the what if between us. If you didn’t choose to disappear from my life. I lied awake at night just wondering what I did wrong. But I can’t fix the past now, can I? Sometimes, I wonder if I’m the problem.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the night we spent together, where we felt something real between us. Even though we just met. Within my soul, I felt like I knew you forever. Sometimes, I wonder if we had a past life together. But that’s another world that our past selves have lived in.
I was thinking about the space created with many of my friendships that I have. The distanced didn’t matter to me, especially with social media and the technology we have nowadays to stay in touch. Within my heart, I hope things would work out but it didn’t.
I was thinking about space, and not the one between us. The one where we are connected by a thread but you chose to cut it off for good. Even though our time together was short, I couldn’t forget you like you were nothing. The bond was there between us. I felt it and I know you felt it too. Especially during our last kiss goodbye. But I didn’t know that would be the last time of seeing each other in person.
It’s been months but felt like years. I continue on with my life focusing on my career and passions along with meeting new people. But I couldn’t forget what we shared. I am opened to meet again but that’s up for you to decide; up for you to decide if you want to reconnect the thread or leave it as it be.
The space I have with many people, it didn’t matter to me. The space didn’t matter between us. Even though I think about space sometimes, but it wasn’t the one between us where we couldn’t connect.
As I am about to lay down in bed for the night after finishing up writing this, I think about, perhaps, in another world, we were actually together. But I know that’ll forever be a fantasy of faith; a fantasy where I wish it was reality but I can’t do anything about it.
Maybe someday, maybe, just maybe, our paths will cross again. But for now, this is where it ends for us.