Where have you been since I drove you away, since that day I said everything is over? Was there pain? Despair? Humor to say the least? Was keeping me away yet holding on to me worth it.
There are so many things that I questioned, but there was one thing I will always be sure, that it what we had was worth fighting for. Concessions are needed to find that middle ground of coexistence. I tried to hard to get you that field only to end up with your reasons. I wanted you to stand firm, never yield, and at the very least within our bubble, never let go.
However, how can two stubborn stars ever coexist? Our fates our tied ever to clash, never a moment of true peace. However, our continuous skirmishes have become a norm, and now that we are a part, what is left is black hole, a void that cannot be filled.
I think I gave you too much of me. And in the process, I failed to notice that pieces of me were lost over the course of our short, bittersweet seasons. One part of which is my ability to write, as my prose are about you and since I no longer have you, the prose cannot come forth.
Regret is only found in hindsight, but I cannot really say that regret is all I see behind. Surely with the passing years, I will find value in what I have done – I tell myself, I convince myself. But for now, I feel that what I have done is for naught, I am bound in this vortex of despair, unceasing bringing teams to my dry eyes, weighing down on my already weary soul.
Only time will tell how the story unfolds, with little faith for a sunny tomorrow.
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