"    Maybe

        Tomorrow  "

What’s worse? Falling for someone that will never reciprocate the same feelings and trying to move on or, falling for that person knowing that it won’t work out, but desperately trying to define the odd the universe has set because there is so much chemistry involved.

They are both on the same level, truly they are. The only thing that changes is how one chooses to get heartbroken, by loving silently unable to move on, or by being stubborn and seeing every shot that they take fall short and die on the ground.

Life is complicated, and love is downright impossible.

Yesterday, he and I were in the car, driving down the road in a nice spring afternoon. The windows rolled down as the wind rolled in, meeting the strong music that was blasting in the car. He and I were singing along to the song, not feeling ashamed at how out of tune we were. We were happy, our stomachs calling for bubble tea as our heart was set to get the delicious drink before the afternoon class.

Today, he didn’t talk to me. He barely said a greeting before he walked right past our table and sat with his girlfriend. It wasn’t hard to ignore them; it never was when you had so much homework and readings to do for class. But every bit of laughter and every glance I stole to the table next door, made me feel like an outsider. It was as if I was a stranger to him.  

Maybe tomorrow will be my chance. Maybe the gift of a new day will give me the opportunity to get over him. A new morning can finally kick start my efforts to forget about the butterflies that he causes when he smiles and laughs with me. A new afternoon may finally make me feel free and run together with a new person.

Maybe tomorrow night, I won’t feel a heavy weight at my heart as I secretly whisper to the night, wishing that he will see how perfect we were and maybe tomorrow he could be mine.