there must have been something we missed.
did we take the wrong road?
was it fate that we grew apart or were we never meant for each other?
the pain and happiness that eventually blended in together while we were One felt far from comfort but it was something we had.
it was familiar and i think we had our own comfort in that alone.
the red string we believed was between us was nothing but a hand tied rope around our waists.
we molded ourselves into each others __.
there was nothing wrong.
wrong timing.
wrong everything.
we were the right people but we haven't grown enough.
we were still sad teenagers who cried at each others sadness.
we haven't seen the beauty of life yet and because of that,
we grew apart.