I THOUGHT I HAD ENOUGH TIME

Things were moving so fast.

I thought the moments would last.

But as they say, cherish the time before it becomes the past.

Now I can finally see that it has all come to an end.

It's strange.

I remember the little arguments, the disagreements.

They weren't good, but at least they gave us a reason to speak.

Looking back now, I realize we never had enough time together.

Now we are a hundred meters apart.

None of this feels fair.

At first it felt like a joke.

Now it feels painfully real.

Will we ever meet again?

Or will we never cross paths again?

I want us to meet again.

But if we did...

Would we even recognize each other?

I'm so confused.

Why is life like this?

I'm tired of trying to forget.

It's been one year now,

yet it feels like twenty-three.

Do I miss you?

Do I miss our friendship?

Do I miss annoying you?

Do I miss the arguments?

Do I miss those strange, unspoken feelings?

Will I ever forget you?

Will I ever forget the memories?

Will they simply disappear one day?

Will these feelings be replaced?

I thought I had enough time to tell you how I felt.

But no.

I ran out of time.

I'm sorry.

We believed the silence was speaking for us,

but it turns out actions needed to be taken.

Words needed to be spoken.

Silence was never an answer.

How I wish I had more time.

How I wish I had watched the moon with you by my side.

I wonder how life would have been if I had decided to stay.

But now we are far away from each other.

We might never meet again.

Still, I remind myself that although the world is big,

destiny has a way of bringing people back together.

What will happen if we meet again?

Will we hug?

Will we laugh?

Will we act awkward?

Will the memories come rushing back?

I wish I knew.

Maybe we'll share one last hug.

Though we never hugged before,

silent jealousy existed.

There was silent tension.

Maybe...

one day,

we'll finally reveal it.