suddenly i saw it. i saw you, but five years older. i ran into you on the street. i could see by the way your eyes seemed to hold the entire universe inside them that you were in love. i asked who the lucky girl was. i could feel the love in your voice, it was dripping with it. you said i reminded you of her, in the way you never had to pretend to be someone you weren’t. in the way her soul ached for the sound of music. in the way she saw the world through a different lens. i said the last time i saw you, you were so afraid to let anyone in, terrified of getting hurt.
you said the words i knew were coming since the day we met. you said,
“she’s worth it…”
i finished the sentence for you:
“… and i wasn’t.”
that was the difference.
when i looked up, you were five years younger again. and in that moment, i knew it to be true. no matter what i would do, you were never meant to be mine.