Honestly and truly, I will always love you, no matter what. Even if there is no hope for us, no matter how busy I am, I will always stop to think of moments with us or words that remind me of you or significant things that made you cross my mind as the leaves change, soon come into contact with age, and new life begins. I always love the person you are not, the person you have become, and the person you are becoming. I also love being in your presence. I am just drawn to you no matter what; even everything that comes with you, your happiness and your grief, I would take that risk, and I took full responsibility.

I just want to layout on top of a straight line to mourn over my past life that I left behind. The new beginning has waited for me for so long that I thought pride would have come over me, even though that is not the case, no matter the circumstances of your past life, it will always follow you to your new life. It never escapes your new beginning, no matter how happy you are, the moment you layout on top of a straight line it all comes back to you.

Was I truly that blind for the feeling they had for each other?

Was I truly that blind?

Was it just my point of view that didn’t catch the questionable site?

Was it a figment of my imagination?

Was I truly that in love to think I was the only one?

Did I portray my whole relationship as this happy ever after, and beyond that, it was more complicated to my existing eyes?

To those existing eyes, it wasn’t us; we never crossed their minds; we were never existence.