you and I
So I was lobbying
facebook and got bored. I was tempted to open up my archives and yes, I found
our conversations in an instant. I tried to read back and saw how it never
worked out. You and I.
You and I… we both
are too much to handle. You and I … we both don’t have the focus on things and
each time, I end up with a “haha” for lack of better thing to say. You and I…
we’re sporting a player look, noncommittal and seemingly interested for the present.
Not long term.
I groan at a
thought. At one point, I was like a drag queen. What was I thinking? Telling
you to talk to me once you’re off the hook?! Seriously?! Gosh! I feel as though
my toes do sank up to my neck, my pride slowly going with it. Goodness!
But between the
horrendous lows and terrible lies, I am proud that I was able to steer away
from going lower. I beamed up the chance to shine no matter how hurtful it all
went. I veered towards achieving self-gratification more than what you can offer.
Now, I’m back on my toes, flat on the ground with a chances of simultaneous
takeoff, leap after leap.
I lost you. What’s
worst than losing someone who meant the world to you. Or so I thought? What’s
worst than investing emotions to a wrong subject and ending up feeling lost
too? I could go on and on. All the hurt, all the pain, God! I can never imagine
living with that lifetime after lifetime.
But hey, I
survived. Past the phase of feeling down just because I lost all the possible
chances. I’ve come to realize how magical the feeling is, yet it has the power
to crash you. Thus, it is so important to learn to love yourself more than
those who offer love to you. When everything fails, you love yourself enough to
carry on.
You and I… seemed
really promising. At one point, I thought you could be the one. You and I…
Never happened.
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