I still miss you. I still want you. I still think about you.
Maybe one day I’ll be better. You’ll be better. Maybe we’ll be better for each other.
Maybe we’ll find our way back to one another.
Maybe we won’t.
I hardly believe in fate, but my heart was certain about you.
Maybe my heart was wrong.
Until then, whether this is the true outcome or more lies in store, I’ll be the best that I can be.
But for me too.
Maybe you wouldn’t care if you knew.
But maybe I’d make you proud.
I’ll make myself proud anyway.
And let life take me where it will.
Here goes everything.