When I said goodbye and let you walk away, I promised myself that I'd laugh at all the memories of the times we spent together, but here I am without a smile in sight. I promised myself that after a few months I would call you, just to see how you were doing, but here I stand without even the courage to dial your number. I promised myself I would let you go gracefully, but here I am hating myself for letting you leave. I promised myself I would trust and love again, but it seems you've done more damage than I realised. I've stumbled upon people who are so much better, so much more loving, but there's still this tiny bit of doubt inside me, one you've planted with your deceit, one that prevents me from sleeping at night. When it was over I promised myself I would move forward, but here I am, unable to take a single step. What if they leave me as well?
I always believed that there is this one single person for everyone. This one perfect somebody who completes you in every way. And when you meet, the rest of the world magically fades away, and then we live the rest of our lives in this bubble, forever united. But the thing is, there is no bubble, there are no soul mates. Because life is more than a series of moments. We can make choices, and we can meet countless people who can help shape our memories. Too long has she been making a fool out of me. I know her now, I know how she plays the game, and I'm not scared of her anymore. Because now that I think about it, who the hell is fate to stop me, who the hell is fate to give me pause?
