Today I saw two airplanes.
There were going both opposite sides.
One to the front and the other one to the back.
There were perfectly aliniated, just for a few seconds, just for a short period of time. But destinated to meet at that time, in that place and in such a perfect and beatufil paralel lines.
Neverthless, not destinated to end up together, to cross their ways again.
Maybe those plains can be a representation of you and me, of us. Destinated to be together, not for a long time yet destinated. We were perfect together. However, time wasn't our best friend. Time was our worst enemy.
It is still mine.
The plane that was going forward was you getting over me. And, the other one, was me. Always going to the past, trying to bring back the memories, trying to take you back, as if I could take the past you to my present just so time would be in our favour now.
But, at the end, who decides what is what? Maybe I think I'm going backwards when I'm gonna end going forward, maybe you think you are going forward when you are gonna end up going backwards.
All I will always know is that we can't seek, look and desire the past would be our present, we can't change the past. But, we can learn about it, one day I will learn many things. I will learn that time is not always in your side, that you have to leave the past in the past and that maybe things are not as they seem to be always.
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PoesíaHi! I'm Spanish and I like to write in English. I started with this not long ago so I would not say I am profesional at writting poetry or stories. The category of this if poetry but I will also post some short stories. I don't know if you will lik...
