Again

I couldn’t believe that after seeing that I was not the one,

that he never really thought about me.

I felt I couldn’t breathe without him breathing and I felt so much pressure on myself for trying to tell him that I loved him that I had incidentally jumped the gun.

I loved you probably more than I loved myself; and I guess I fell too fast, thinking you’d understand me that I forgot how you’d feel firsthand so I left because I probably still do.

Yet; there was something so beautiful, so sacred, so innocent and yet so profane about him, that I told him I loved him but I never saw him again….

And maybe in a few years,
I’ll probably see you again;
And maybe we could go over
all the decisions we’ve made
and we could laugh along the way
about everything that seemed
irrelevant in our lives….
The chapters in your life
would be compared to mine
along the way….