"A lifetime short of Destiny"✍
We were a story written in the stars,
But read by the world in the dark.
I was the summer, ripe and ready,
And you were the spring, just finding your spark.
They say that God doesn't make mistakes,
That every meeting has a holy "why."
But it feels like a cruel kind of grace
To find the wings, but be told not to fly.
You looked at the mountain of who you should be,
And felt you were small in its shadow.
So you chose the silence, you chose to be free,
And left me alone in the meadow.
You love me, I know—in the way that a ghost
Still haunts the house where it used to belong.
But love isn't just the feeling we boast,
It’s the courage to stay when the timing is wrong.
So I’ll keep the version of "us" that was pure,
Before the results and the age and the fear.
For a love that is destined will always endure,
Even if "meant to be" doesn't mean "here."
