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I wouldn't have imagined that we'd end up this way. But I guess, just like flowers, beautiful feelings never lasted long for me. I'd end up ruining things as soon as it all starts flowing.
We're standing at the crossroads. And we're headed for different directions. It's weird that we're parting ways, it doesn't feel real at all. It's like time has frozen all around us, as we stop for a while. Why'd you have to pick a different way to go? But I did too, it was all planned from the beginning. Our roads led to different destinations, we just found common ground. The similar hobbies, likes, dislikes, trauma, all of that. Maybe it would have been better if we didn't invest emotionally. Then it wouldn't be hard to part ways. It would be easier to walk away, like nothing happened between us.
But it wasn't that way. We found comfort in each other. All the shared emotions, the ups and the downs, and even the dreams we'd have about never leaving each other. About how we'd stay together and never walk away. About how our futures would have each other in it. They were beautiful dreams, and I only wish that they'd come true.
There were still things to say to each other, feelings to be conveyed, and laughter to be share. Would there ever be enough time? If we had all eternity to spend together, would it be enough? If time would stop, would it capture the beauty in your eyes? The sadness, in those dark brown eyes, and your lips, that curled into a sad smile.
Hey, can we stay here for a while? I still want to touch you and feel you in my arms. I still have so many things to tell you. I still have so many years to live, and I'd love to spend them with you. The many sunsets that will come, what good would it be without you watching it beside me? What good would it be, spending the golden years of my life regretting that I left you here? I don't want to go. I want to stay. Please tell me you do too. Please, if you want me to stay, say it. I would drop all the future ahead of me to be with you.
Or do you want to part ways? That is also okay. As long as you believe that you will be okay, I will try my best to be okay, even though I'll never be okay.
My life, my future, in your hands. I believe that my future is in good hands. Say, would you even remember me? Will you forget every line of this? The good times we had, the things we did?
Don't cry. Don't cry. But I'm crying too. The tears that, once start flowing, would take ages to stop. This is the end of our written journey. And the rest, who knows? Maybe you'd end up happy. Or maybe I'd be searching for a lost cause, till the day I drop down and give myself up into nature's care. And there I would lay, old, shriveled, bitter, always wondering what could have happened if we didn't part ways.
Say it, please. Tell me you want me to come with you. Please, say it. I know that I'd sleep better knowing that you're beside me. Please, one question, and take me with you. And there it is, the question.
"Hey, do you wanna come with me?"
My life, in your hands.
-fin-