In our lifetime there are a series of events that surface once we reach a certain level called maturity, which defines who we are, where we stand what we like, want, accept or refuse. It’s a tough moment facing the world, those we know, and know us just as these certain people who are also defined and categorized as special and unique individuals who bring out the best in our lives. Yet are not the one’s we choose to stay. I’m talking about that person who knows you well down to the T, knows your flaws and still believes you’re remarkably mesmerizing. And wishes you the best with your choices, yet secretly wishes you’d choose them. Those who wish to stand out from the shadows or behind the curtains and receive a glimpse from that glorious splendour they perceive from us, because despite our flaws, to them we seem perfect.
Those we have not chosen, yet choose for us by staying in our lives even at a distance or simply by staying away. Either way they left a mark on our path, sometimes when things haven’t gone the best for us, making us wonder “what if…” but then again, we search deep down inside and understand that perhaps we could’ve done things differently if given the chance…sometimes wishing we had those chances again presently. But this time choices would be made wisely and patiently.
Those “what ifs” sometimes make our hearts and souls turn back the hands of time for us to join them, except once we wake up from that moments dream we realize it’s just wishful thinking.
It’s a constant agony that ends for a brief moment only to start all over again a choice or decision that perhaps was made for us, something we never asked or expected to be processed thru.
Adding a new chapter to our lives has never been so hard as having to close a previous existent one. Sometimes the previous one was simply a chance to reconsider the choices made, or what ifs we never chose, or those made for us without our consent or consideration. And as in many love stories the counterpart of happily is sadly, we begin to see thru that filter how in certain moments we were merely pushed away and denied those rights upon our own feelings and how much we were taken for granted by the one we couldn’t have, that very same person our hearts bled out our feelings for and who we’d offer our last glance, our smiles our very essence just to know or convince our souls that our message was conveyed and maybe just maybe perceived. The One we wholeheartedly wished and always wish to have belonged to, will always remain in our heart’s gold ledger as a separate page of an unfinished and untold story within our soul….