You said, "If it is meant to be, faith will bring us back together." For a second I wondered if you were really that naïve. If you really believed fate worked like that, as if it lived in the sky staring down at us, as if it was not ready within us, as if fate was not the choices we make, as if it had five fingers and it spent its time placing us like pieces of chess. Who taught you that? Tell me. Go on. Who convinced you you'd been given a heart and a mind but it wasn't yours to use? I wanted to scream. Shout. "It's us you fool. We're the only ones that can bring us back together." But instead, I sat there quietly. Smiling softly through quivering lips, thinking, "Isn't it such a tragic thing when you can see it so clearly but the other person doesn't."
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VIVID PAIN - heartbreak and closure
PoesíaHey, it's me. You probably don't want to hear from me, but this is the last time. Promise. Just hear me out, okay? You and me, one last time down the memory lane... To all my girls struggling right now: one day he WILL understand how valuble you are...
