It's funny how destiny never plays the way you want it to.

That in every moment you want to be with that special person, it all turns to dust when destiny plays its part.

You reach out your hand, only for it to disappear within your grasp.

Through the billions of stars that light up our lone galaxy, that single speck of light has taken over me.

As if it was an unwritten story, never given a chance.

The unspoken words are left in a preexistent reality, left by the eyes who can't bear to make contact.

They say, 'the one'  would come to you in the right time, yet all I ask is that you'd be the one.

Can I stop time?

I'm afraid, afraid that when destiny intervenes in our story that has yet to reach the happy ending we both hoped for, it woul all become as if nothing happened at all.

When all I want is to reach you, rewriting the stars could be the only option in this world that keeps trying to break us apart.

With a single touch, your image shattered right before my eyes.

As if it was a butterfly effect, as if you were that fleeting moment of autumn that flew by.

The picturesque of us in my head, breaks away as fate took lead.

I can only see you, yet the fear comes of me losing you.

Without goodbyes.

And suddenly, I wake up and you were gone.

Because destiny selfishly decided that you weren't my love's ending call.