Fate. Destiny. Life.
The more times I try to let go, the harder everything seems to get.
But I think it’s time.
I’ve tried and failed. It didn’t hurt as much, but I still failed.
I can accept that, for now.
What I can’t do is realise exactly how much chance is actually involved.
I don’t know if it’s just me, but it seems everything reminds me of you.
And it hurts me every time you say it, but I don’t think you care.
Because I’ve stopped caring about myself.
I wish that these memories would stay, but I know that they would wither away and fall into dust.
Because that’s just the way everything works.
That’s just the way I work.
I would know. I should have known.
I should have realised before I chose the way.
If fate pushes us together, I think destiny will pull us apart.
I hope to see you again.
I probably never will.