I never knew you’d come too early. You broke the anticipation of a better coexistence. Or is it really you? Or are you just a shadow of her?
I don’t know the answer yet. I hope I could get some answers.
It was too soon.
Destiny’s too playful. Are you? Are you not?
I don’t know. But I like you. It’s always been you. Not her. But you.
But I find myself in the character of a nutcrack, an empty piece of shell, an empty can.
I’m just a piece of something, if not nothing.
I’m not giving up. This fight is not over. NO. I won’t give up.
I know it’s not yet love. not yet… I wish not to fall, just yet. not yet.
I wish to see you again.