Maybe our story was given a second chance
to rewrite but the ending still ends the same way where I am still the villain in your chapter. Maybe this is the only universe we ever get to exist in. And
maybe I will never have the chance to make both of us right. Maybe I’ll
never learn to swallow my heartbreak and keep it from jumping out of my chest.
Maybe I am like the minimal percentage of the world population destined to be
alone forever.
Maybe some people cross our paths to
break us, and I’m sorry if I ever cross someone’s path and broke them. Or maybe
people come into our lives for no reason other than coincidence. Because I
treat a stranger with a smile more than with people I know. But maybe I don’t
want that at all, maybe I just need to let go of everything and start over
again. And I would have to learn to catch myself all over again. And maybe,
just maybe, I can open up myself to make new friends, to say Hi to all my old
friends again, to not wear a mask while I step out of the bedroom door.
But
I know I will not be okay for a long time, and I already learned to live with
it.