There’s difficulty accepting that what’s meant for me will always be, because it does not always allude to “what I want, but that with which I can’t have right now”; rather, it’s a wrangling with comprehending that while I may strongly desire something, in this case a person, there’s a possibility that I could never experience them again, because it wasn’t meant for me to endure them again. That they could indefinitely be apart of my enriching past, & become a hard earned lesson, instead of being apart of my present.
















