Best of Both Worlds
I lost him.
I tried so hard to find me inside of him.
I looked in his eyes so hard but my reflection was not there anymore.
I see someone else.
I looked around him trying to find a familiar memory.
It wasn’t there.
He was different.
His smile was different.
Even the music that he listens to is different.
It hurt.
I see a stranger and at one point I felt like I was breaking down.
Then again, who am I fooling.
We are now in different worlds.
We have changed and I’d like to think we are better now. I’d like to think we both are where we want to be.
It doesn’t matter how far we are or how different we’ve become.
I’d like to think that though I’ve hurt him countless times, I have helped him with what he’d become.
I’d like to think that although it is not a happy ending for both of us, at least one of us is happy and certain.
As for the world I created for my own, I may not be there yet.
And yes, it is perfectly imperfect.
But the things I have learned, I would not trade for anything.
If I have to do it all over again.
I will do the same thing.
Because when I looked in his eyes, although it hurt,
I saw happiness.
So for that someone, who made him complete, thank you!
Thank you so much for bringing out the best in him!
For you O, you always have me. you always have had me.
