It was already dark out. People bustling, rushing past crowds to get to their destination, while I stood across the street, looking at the person I thought was mine. Mine. My destination.
Hiding behind the crowd of people waiting for their buses out of the commercial side of town, I looked past the bushes and the rows of trees and saw you. There you were behind that desk, as usual. And I just stood there like some fool watching you, as you slung your backpack upon your shoulders, ready to get home. And even at such a distance, I saw your smile. That smile I died for for more than just a thousand times. That smile that I'll never again get to be the reason behind. That smile that had always had my heart fall into the pit of my stomach. That smile I remember I could shut when I lean in for a kiss.
That smile I know for the rest of my life I am going to miss.
Then I recall, I remember vividly, every inch of your face, even in the small amount of time we got to spend with each other. Every time I lean in and see your naturally curled lashes, how the littlest of moles were splattered across your face...
Then—
I snap back into reality, and still see people rushing to get to their destination. As I realize, well, you're not mine, you're not my destiny. I'm better off elsewhere, beyond the reaches of your arms that somehow grew to feel like home. I just know, no matter how many times I try to twist and turn fate, no matter how many times I try to cast a spell to reverse this nightmare that I fell into, no matter how many times I choose to waste a wish on you whenever I get the chance, you won't ever come back to me.
Just how I wouldn't ever, even if given the chance, come back to you.