I have always settled into this idea of perfect relationships. There is always a good beginning and a happy ending. You would hold the clock and assumed every day is a perfect time to just fall, fall in love. Together, we would have our taste of firsts and lasts in everything. There are meaningful conversations all throughout the day, whether done online, via SMS, or through calls. We will have arguments like a cat and a dog, but we will still end the day with a smile and a laughter. We would spend our time together as if there's a 25th hour to every day; we won't to let go of each other. We will turn each other's dull moment into a sweet surprise of happiness. Everything sounds perfect. Everything is flawless.
We would spend our time together as if there's a 25th hour to every day; we won't to let go of each other.
Slowly, this idea turned into a blurry vision when reality bit me hard. Yes, I have fallen in love. There is a beautiful story that only the two of us knew. Our thinking was aligned and it seems like every cell in our body was meant for each other. But there was one thing we were sure about: what we want for ourselves.
A lot of big decisions have to be made, which made us blind to each other's hearts. I slid down the feeling with no expectations, yet I still had my fantasy that getting together with him was easy. There were unfortunate events that colored our skies gray, and in an instant, we became distant.
No, it's not me. It was you who placed me behind and walked faster than I did.
You got some chances to make a U-turn. But still, you left me behind. Sadly, you didn't save me in this endless cycle of twist and turns. You got consumed by the highway, running for yourself and only for yourself. Until one day, I realized that there's no longer an intersection for us, because we will always be parallel to each other. Still, thank you for those boundaries because believe it or not, they gave me directions.