But that's what I thought. Fate is indeed playful.
I saw you, witnessed you, and smiled at you while you were with someone. Someone I thought you'll live your life with, the one you'll spend the rest of your life with. I cried once more after that encounter, thinking that this is already the dead-end after years of being separated.
I can't move on. I will never move on.
But then again, I tried messaging you for the last time. For my peace of mind and for me to have closure with you, explain things, and express my unsaid thoughts the moment we broke up.
But little did I know, that's the moment you've only waited. We talked once again—sharing the same vibes. We opened what happened—wanting to make things right.
You explained how I misunderstood things. That the one you're with is your cousin from a place far away from yours. So, I grabbed the opportunity even though I am fully aware that the world is against us.
It's me who made the first move for I am aware that I am the one who's at the fault for leaving you behind. We came back to the same chapter but with new memories, and we built again the broken boundary but stronger. Three years of separation is beyond enough for us to realize things. That we can't live without each other's embrace.
And that separation made our relationship stronger than before. Fate has played well, and I'm proud of being one of its players. I am proud of having you as I forge ahead to progress for the betterment of my future—our future.
Due to that, I want to share my unsaid thoughts about the moment I am with you before we broke up, and during our comeback, never mind the poems I wrote the moment I got so broken-hearted due to destiny's circumstances.
Still...
