divergence__
we weren’t here anymore.
wind keeps blowing. wave keeps crashing. time keeps ticking. things change. or changed. and maybe they did it on their owns, or were forced to change.
and we weren’t the way we were anymore.
but for once have i ever cherished what we had together better than a mere slowly fading piece of memory? maybe. i’m not sure. no one knows what kind of lost they love until they mourn for it.
i have wished for us to cross path again. is that a kind of mourning? that in my wishful thinking we could redo this again? we could, for better or for worse, embark on this journey knowing that the time capsule of this adventure is enlarged for once?
maybe that is mourning. and i have loved enough to mourn for what seemed to short to be this beautiful.