It has been two years, well not until the 15th. But we are getting there. Where our dreams had to stay as dreams for our pasts as we chose different paths for the best.
We wished each other well and hoped that whatever we prayed for would come true in the future. How maybe, it was just me, in that moment, want things to be as it was.
But we are already past that. It's been two years already. I'm sure that I am already over you. I used to bawl my eyes out when I thought of you, nowadays it's just me letting out a small giggle and continue on with my day.
When my friends ask me, "try her" or "don't you want someone you can talk to?", I would just deflect it with, "I rather focus on myself first" and "I don't think I can handle that responsibility yet".
When in truth, every time I go out, talk to, tried or even thought of being with, feels like I'm cheating on you. Even though you and I both said and agreed the same thing not to save ourselves for each other, but I don't think I can comply to that.
I would be your waiting room. I want to be your final choice. Sure it sucks not being the only or the first choice but I'm too worn out from starting again with different girls only to have the same ending. So perhaps, by taking this road, at least the possibility of having to be call yours again is alive.
But I do keep in mind that, putting too much hope on a person is not advisable since, we as humans are created to disappoint. But hey, I have fallen head over heels for you, so if you were to be one, then be my greatest disappointment.
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where dreams go
PoetryA list of short stories that I come cross in my life that I had to romanticize and write about
