And, as the days go by, my love for you has begun to change.
Only you are capable of bringing this agony, so easily even without trying.
I want to be rid of it, to break free from this excruciating feeling that gives me, now, the least happiness.
But that would mean forgetting you.
I thought once that I would, if you’d tell me to.
But I see now that there’s no need.
Everything seems simple until you think about it.
You never wanted me to feel this pain.
You never wanted me to feel this way for you.
And when it all goes away, you’ll forget the day when I first saw this feeling as “love”.
He was every bit of my short-lived happiness, a part of my overwhelming sadness, and the blatant beginning of my madness. I don’t ever want him out of my life, and only now did I realize that seeing him is what makes a good day so good. Whether he had a smile on his face or not upon seeing me, matters no more as long as he stayed.
If time could turn back to better days, he would still be there.
Fate must’ve hated the very idea of us.
To be able to meet the most perfect thing, that does not spare you a single glance, and couldn’t care less about who you are, is what fate had in mind when we heard of each other for the first time.
Fate does not stop to listen to the beating of our hearts, nor does it attend to the yearning in our souls. To us, it is a cruel thing that gives momentary happiness, yet suddenly decides to take it away when we least expect it.
But I don’t hate it.
It built a path between you and I.
Less traveled, but never forgotten.