Maybe I was wrong about saying that meeting you was a moment that shouldn't happen. I realized that maybe sitting beside you that day and smiling back at you that afternoon was all meant to happen.
Maybe, answering your messages was a thing I'm supposed to do. Maybe, the moment our eyes met our fate was already written.
Maybe, we met because we were meant to embrace each other's scars and be each other's safe haven...even if its just for a short while. Maybe, we were really supposed to meet and fell in love and...drift apart.
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once upon a poetry
Poetryjust some stupid poetry and prose i wrote during late nights and rainy afternoons