We were slowly drifting away so you asked me to meet you at our favorite place to eat, right at our favorite spot. It was raining hard. You're already there when I arrived and as I sat in front of you— I remembered everything.
I remembered how happy we were the first time we went there. Because now, we both have bloodshot eyes and trying hard smiles. I remembered the vows, and the love and the laughs. Because now, we are trying to figure things out. We are trying to fix broken promises and save scattered hearts.
But have you ever thought that somehow, what we've had made sense? Did you ever think that maybe just maybe, we were meant to cross paths, to find home in each other. We were meant to love and to be together. But as we held the strings of hope to be meant to be, indeed, we were meant to happen, but we were also meant to break and to let go. We were meant to fall in love and to fall apart.
Because the night as you bid me your goodbye, the moment you started walking, I know what I was slowly losing.
We were meant to happen but some things are not meant to last, not the love we had and not even us.