sometimes i think about him. he is someone i always admire but will never dare to call mine. i wasn't ready when he is. he wasn't ready when i was. It was the universe's sign that we were not meant for each other. or maybe that's what i tell myself to justify how cowardly I am to take a risk, even if i think it is worth taking a shot.
sometimes i think about him. maybe i was too early, and maybe he's a little late. or maybe i was the one late trying to act early. he got good attributes i can't deny, and as time went by, it felt like i was taking the life out of him. turning him a monster like me, just like me, or maybe worse, just so i won't be alone in this journey called life.
sometimes i think about him. a person who never failed to be one call away. he was there to fetch me when i got lost commuting, he was there to make sure i got home safe. i always feel guilty remembering everything. how he begged and kneeled that i choose him. how he asks me to stay and work things out. and i still remember how i walked away because i was tired of being responsible of everything but myself. there are times when it makes me wonder if i made a different choice, would things be different too?
sometimes i think about him. how i ruined everything because of a lie. i knew a lie is a lie, no matter what the intention is. cutting me off from his life was the best decision he made. he shouldn't have been with me. i know. because i destroyed everything i loved.
sometimes i think about him. he learned to love me despite all the differences, but some things never change about me. i thought it was okay, i thought everything was ok. i was too insensitive to notice the silence and the absence. months passed, and i realized it was not meant to be.
sometimes i think about me, and all the what ifs. that what could have been. and sometimes i wonder, should i still be here?
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