Suspended in mid air

As another significant chapter comes to an end, I can help but ponder on the hits and misses of our timelines.

The bitterness I held in my heart upon its end wasn't justified, but it stung all the same. Why is it when we want it to work, it's at different times?

I know they say that there's no such thing as the right person at the wrong time, because the right person would be timeless.


Is that true?

Is there such a person?

Is there such timelessness?


How absurd human nature is, to ponder on the negative but remember only the good things. People might forget what you did, but never how you made them feel.


Having your presence in my life made me feel good.
Knowing that we would want to live together made me feel good as well.

But letting go was akin to dropping a hot stone. It burnt my hands but seemed like neither of us was willing to hold it through the heat.


Not sure why I'm melancholic now when all I was was upset that when you dropped it, that there wasn't any fight. I want to ask you why? Was it not worth it? Was it fading?


I will remember the good things and maybe spend my life wondering how we were both agreeable on this dissolution so quickly. I was bitter, angry and tired. And you? I still don't know.



Would you even bother to tell me?