I sit here and think of all the things we could have done. Maybe it is the rubber band of my memories pulling me back to what we could have been. Maybe it is the magic of you and me standing together in an alien city, shielding each other against the brickbats of the world. It’s done now though. And I have to make my peace with it.

The world is not a forgiving place. Not really. It’s hard, cold and frozen. If I wasn’t a self proclaimed sociopath, I would say this was the most beautiful thing that ever existed on the planet. But I’m not. I know I’m fooling myself and this is true. The pain in my heart is true and false at the same time. The falsity struggles and wins against truth, like it always does. Oh well.

Rapunzel can go fuck herself because while she let her hair down to let her prince down into the deepest secrets of her life, you were the only one who let her heart down to let me inside. Maybe it is that I’m drunk and stoned. Maybe it is because we were never meant to be together because we never had anything in common. Maybe it is because you were faraway while I was right beside you looking straight into your impenetrable heart. Oh well. What does it matter?

All I can do is stand here and dream of what could have been. All these years and nothing to show for it when people ask me what I’ve been doing with my life and my heart. I can only say I’ve tried and lost. An all too familiar lie. But what does it matter?

It’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.