In another life

We’d always say “maybe in my next life” as a way to comfort ourselves when something doesn’t turn out the way we want.

I don’t want to change a thing even if we can turn back time because we both know it wouldn’t have worked out anyway.

“It is for the best” we convinced one another and it probably is, since goodbye was the only way we can see it ending.

The grass isn’t always greener on the other side you see, humans living for hope and chances. You need to understand that we should draw a line between what’s the socially accepted path and what we want. We should have blocked out the hope for a chance; because it wouldn’t have worked out anyway.

But why does it have to end? Why?

Because love is not enough in so many ways. One of them being not the kind we can pursue.

Perhaps in another life.

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