The familiarity enveloped me as I stared up at the infinite that was the sky. I was lying down and I was staring at the stars sparkle and as the night aged, I did think of you again. It never occurred to me that I will again but I never knew spoken word could mean so much. It was hard enough looking for you in the crowd because you were always gone and the minute I see you with your quiet smile, I tend to think that I never intended for this all to happen.
To be affected by so much familiarity that I find it so hard to let you go even if I did promise myself I would, and I had. Never had I been so caught off guard with memories of you, the words I wrote for you, and the fresh scent that I know to be you when you come walking by. This was never meant to be, I swear to you, and I asked the Fates for you. I did ask because I wanted to know, or so I did.
Maybe the reason why I was so into finding out about my “love life” through fortunes, through websites, or through other kinds of predictions was because I never really wanted my own self to admit it: that I didn’t need anyone telling me we weren’t meant to be because we never were. Had I applied my lesson on never falling for infatuation again, this wouldn’t have happened.
But the words are with you now as I write this and even if you could tell it was me, I wish for you to realize that I mean every single word I say and losing you would be something that won’t sink in just yet.