maybe if i tried harder, we would’ve been visiting aquariums every weekend.
maybe if i tried better, we would’ve been having a cute getaway from our own heads inside of an art exhibition. we would get carried away by the colors, the emotions.
maybe, like what you said, if i could just accept everything and shut up, we would still be talking. i would still be a walking, iced latte-smelled woman.
maybe if i had explained everything, if you would try wearing my way too small shoes, if we were not stuck on a bumpy road… we would be enjoying the trip. then after that, i could go back to my house and you would be there with me as well.
but maybe we were supposed to be like this. maybe i was only a tiny star in your vast universe, so bright for a moment before dying because of myself.
and maybe we were supposed to learn from each other. for you to try putting on someone’s shoes, for me to realize that there isn’t such a thing as happy ending.
i’m still upset from time to time. maybe because it happened too fast, maybe because i still want everything to be just as normal as before. but then again, maybe,
“we are bound for losing it all.”
