Three months too late. The night was perfect. All the stars aligned. You and I. We had our own world. It was just the two of us. Oh Lord, how I wish it is the two of us together. I was a fool. A fool for breaking your heart. A fool for leaving you. A fool for scarring your unequal eyes with tears. A fool for filling your days with despair. But, I was blinded by love back then. So blind that I did not see the gold I’ve been looking for was actually already in front of me. Regret. Regret fills every inch of me. Every atom, no, every nucleus of all my atoms, regret is etched in them. Why did I leave you? Why did I dismiss your feelings? Why did I let myself go blind? Like I mentioned, I was a fool. I’m on the verge of throwing it all just to have you back. I lied to myself constantly reiterating that I no longer have feelings for you that I am incapable of loving you. I was wrong. I was wrong on so many levels and now I suffer the consequences. It hurt when I found out that you already have another knowing that there is still something. Fucked up shit, I know. I’m beyond fucked up. After that night of bliss and passion, a night where stars filled the skies and you filled my mind. My chest to yours. My hand on yours. My lips on yours. It was a night that hit me. I still loved you but now, I don’t know what to do. I’m lost. I’m too late. Of course I’m expecting the worst. The experience was bittersweet but I would never change it for the world. I love you but I was too late and slowly, just as the game has begun, I believe I’m slowly sliding to game over.
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