“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.”
yes, story of my life.
That’s what I thought would happen.
Tonight we met up to only find out that you’re in a relationship now. I had anticipated that we would rekindle again, but I guess I’m a little too late now. I have no one to blame but myself. Tonight I also found out that we both misunderstood each other. You thought that I was uninterested so you left me alone. I thought you were uninterested because well.. you left me alone. We reminisced our silly adventures and it felt like the good ol’ days, yet I had to be realistic and kept your relationship status at the back of my mind. Tonight I apologized for the lack of communication that I failed to address three years ago. For a split second, you paused and thought really hard about my apology. I looked to you as though you would not accept it, but you reassured that it wasn’t the case. I asked you, ” what’s wrong?” You had a pensive look on your face and uttered, “Nothing, I just remembered that exact feeling I felt when I was hurt.” My heart sunk- all that I could feel was your pain and the guilt I had was building up in the back of my mind.