These steps I take have never felt lighter yet heavier. We've grown further apart, sometimes by choice, other times by force. There came a time when this was what I wanted only to find out in the middle of the night that I may be fooling myself. The agony eats me raw, fortunately not every night. I've always wondered, and I still do, whether or not you still think of us. Whether or not this was right. Will I ever live down this regret.
I've lost touch of who I am. I've lost touch of who you are. Am I who I was back then, are you really the one I think you are. People change they say, but how can we know for sure. We may as well be dancing in the palm of insecurity. The feeling that we've let something precious go, something that may never come again, something we can only get once in a lifetime.
They like to say that if we are meant to be then we will find our way. What if we don't know the way, what if we are eternally lost in these passages of time. What if we can only meet in the far beyond. A world so perfect that we would be happy no matter what. A world where we don't give the world the doubt that they want. A world where we don't care what happens in the future. A world where the only thing that matters is now, you and me.
Sometimes I wonder will we walk our own paths together or will we dance to the rhythm of fate and be at their mercy. Wonders can only go as far as the imagination can bring them. Though our imagination is endless, it is but only an imagination. I'm scared. I was never the brave one. Always so scared to be hurt again. Always so scared to hurt you again. I don't deserve you but I still want you.
Perhaps one day we can dance to our own rhythm. Perhaps one day I can take your hand. Perhaps one day our steps align. Before any of that can happen, I need only be brave.
As I smile to you, you smile to me. So we dance our dance to the moonlit night, happy beyond compare.
ns 15.158.61.51da2
