"The fact that we can always foresee the end is so depressing." -Fluttering Feelings by Ssambasoul.
Apparently, kindness never came easy.
I looked at the door to my room, imagining the other door across the hallway. No one else in the world could have felt the same terror and isolation like we did, but then there was that hallway that set us apart --that thin line that prevented people from reaching out for each other.
While you ran away to seek solitude, unintentionally carried away by the world's challenge, I lost the will to wait.
But it did not astonish anyone. We were young and fickle, and reality had not always been kind. I wondered how you managed to bury so much inside, while all you showed the world was yourkiller smile.
We were heading back to all the chaos waiting for us. We just had to, didn't we? To move on, we had to face heart breaks and pain. To be real, we had to be honest for once.
I realized then just how easily people gave hope to others and destroyed it at their conveniences. Without much consideration. Without a heart. As you let your insecurity creep in, I began to pine for the uncertainty in life that had shaped me into who I was today.
You could have been my safest bet, the best woman I'd ever found, and I could have been the youth and excitement you'd forever lost. In a way, were a perfect match, but we could never be content with each other until we were at ease with ourselves.
You started to learn life as it came, and I seemed to know it. I had lived it before.
I looked at their contemplative, dark gaze. "She doesn't love you," they whispered over their champagne. Tears in my eyes I said, "I know."
You weren't the best person for me, and I you. But our path had joined and gone beyond where words could describe, and we both couldn't deny that we were a unique pair.
All of a sudden, I got the nostalgic feeling of lying next to you back when we were still together. We had come a long way, but we were going around in circle.
I quietly puffed and puffed. Tears just wouldn't stop pouring down now. While everyone else was enjoying the gig, only they seemed to notice that my world was falling apart. I let out a bitter chuckle as I rested my head against their shoulder, watching the starry sky. There was no need to exchange words. I didn't have to tell them what had happened, but they knew it. We all knew that love had its own way to make its presence in our life, and that we could not force, or fight it.
I learned later that, just like life itself, everything else that happened between us was spontaneous --as spontaneous as love could be.
