Just a few days after we met,
you began to change—
and that change was captivating.
You kept moving forward,
in the best possible direction.
Life is a marathon, with set courses.
Each of us runs on our own track.
But someone ahead of me,
shoved me off mine.
Though I wanted to return to my path,
I zigzagged between two lanes.
I only realized it after meeting you—
you were running on a completely different track.
But once you returned to your own,
you picked up incredible speed.
I was the one who walked away.
And I was the one left behind.
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 7:20 AM UTC
Just a few days after we met,
you began to change—
and that change was captivating.
You kept moving forward,
in the best possible direction.
Life is a marathon, with set courses.
Each of us runs on our own track.
But someone ahead of me,
shoved me off mine.
Though I wanted to return to my path,
I zigzagged between two lanes.
I only realized it after meeting you—
you were running on a completely different track.
But once you returned to your own,
you picked up incredible speed.
I was the one who walked away.
And I was the one left behind.
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