Sometimes I wish we never met.
We never took things beyond those conversations.
We never left for your place that night.
Sometimes, I wish we remained the strangers we were to each other.
And on random days, had coffee together (or maybe, not).
We'd sit together, write our hearts out in our worlds, and then shared our stories, knowing the few who understood it, included you.
I sometimes wish we never broke each other.
But then, there are 12th Januaries in my life, and solitude in yours.
In being together, we just kept getting better at being strangers.
I wish we could go back to those new year celebrations not knowing who we were, just two strangers, sitting by themselves and their broken worlds and re-did this time together.
This time, we kept each other at bay.
Talked about it, about things.
Maybe, I could find the strength to stay, maybe you could find the love to make me stay.
|"Every day someone fell in love with the wrong person and had to pack up all their fragile, misguided hopes and unwanted affection, and move on.” |
— Josh Lanyon. Perfect Day