It feels strange, one minute I feel that I am complete, and the next moment, I feel that I am living a completely fake life. Like something, or someone, is missing. A big chunk of me, gone, just like that. Can something as feeble as a human being do that? They are after all, “just human”.
What would I be if things were different? Who will I be instead? How will life take its course differently? I can’t help imagining that in some alternate universe, the alternate “me” is having a different path, as a result of choosing a different route in life. Would I be better off? Would I be more, complete?
Fate is a very weird creature. It plays tricks on you, although you never realize its existence. It makes important decisions in life for you, and sadly you have no control over it. You just notice its effect on you.
Our lives crossed for that one moment, and it shined. It could have shone brighter, but we are at the point where we must move on our own paths. We must carry on. Will our mortal lives ever cross path ever again? No matter how optimistic I would like to be, it still sounds highly unlikely.
Some things are meant to be preserved that way. If you touch it, it loses its magic. As much as I would like to get it back and keep it close to my heart, it would be too selfish of me. By letting it go, I preserve the moments, the memory, the MAGIC.
Thank you for the memory…….