history doesn't repeat itself,
and i guess that's the hardest part of unlearning --
letting go of what once was.

it took me so long to grasp the fact that
that was all there was.
i was so blinded by my love for you;
i kept living in the fantasy of you suddenly
coming back to me one day,
but that's not the case at all.

i've been waiting all these years,
when in reality,
there was nothing to wait for
the moment we parted ways.

i have to remind myself that
you won't come back like how you used to.
we've been walking different paths for so long now,
and we won't be meeting anytime soon.