Everything seemed so surreal. So surreal that I didn't bother to interfere. I let everything go with the flow, to the point that it is hard to let go. So when the tables turned 360 degrees from what I was expecting. It broke me down. Down into pieces that I blamed myself for being so careless. Being childish to not see what was in front of me. And to not appreciate what God has given me. Now, I am standing here in front of her. In a place where God can see me and hear me out. Wishing for one single chance. A single chance to bring back everything from the start. Even if it means, loving her from afar. But it seems, impossible. Because I think God will never hear me out.