I thought it was as easy as it is but I am wrong.  Love is not about happy endings, not about you and me under the moonlight, not about sweet words whispered, not about us.  Maybe it was me, or maybe it was you who had given up that easy but whoever that one is, I know it has been a good way for realizations. It had been a good time to spend on our own.  It had been the best moment to find happiness, to enjoy life with our own selves. 

I met someone I never thought will be as important as how I value friends.  Imagine a stranger who passed by me with a serious face like he doesn’t even know how to smile?  Imagine that one who made me think for a second before realizing that I was in the middle of a phone conversation with a special one?  Can you imagine that?  Because I can’t imagine that particular scenario anymore and the feeling that was gone, it doesn’t exist anymore.

I should have forgiven him when he apologized, but I didn’t.  I remain that stone-hearted one letting him drowned himself in pain.  I was feeling the same way that time, immaturity counts.  I neglected those words in his explanations but I know it’s now too late, too late to realize his worth.  And I don’t know how to approach him anymore.

No fairytale exists.  No happy endings.  No you and me.  No us. 

-queency