Saturday, June 25, 2011
Maybe one day we will Shine brighter than the stars
You know what I'm trying to tell myself now?
What will be, will be.
I really do hope so.
So much for all that.
I knew I was right.
And I knew you were right, too.
We all were.
And I always, always, will remember how the choice was never mine.
Nor anyone else's.
Perhaps one day we'll finally discover how much it all meant.
But until then I don't see the point.
And maybe one day, we'll trust in these decisions again.
Until then, never ever.
Never more.
Never less.
Maybe it's true, maybe you're right.
But I knew I was right.
I was proven right.
So were you.
Who's to say who was right?
And who's to decide who's wrong?
Maybe we'll never get an answer.
Maybe we will.
I suppose we can all still continue hoping.
But I suppose hoping.
Just hoping for that one day.
It is rather ridiculous.
Is it not?
Maybe we'll never know.
But again, I reiterate.
The choice is not ours.
It was never ours to begin with.
That is how disjointed my thoughts are right now.
Is referring to line breaks.
Oh, and you have no idea what I'm referring to.
It probably isn't what you think it is.
Seriously, what will be, will be.
I'm just taking it as it comes.
If it comes my way, then I'm lucky.
If not, I'm just going to continue as it is.
Forget it.
Also, Louise, if you see this, I'll tell you I really was right.
Remember what I told you during RS?
It really did come true.
I knew it couldn't be anything else.
Again, I really was right.
[Edit:}
There is the possibility that once, long ago, they have.
Posted at 1:35 PM
