if we met again and started over; what would you do differently?
I keep asking this question to myself. I don't know, I'm not even sure if something went wrong between us. The book of our story seemed written in an erasable ink and maybe we accidentally erased it.
It's still uncertain, whether I did something or there were some things that we failed to work out.
I don’t know if I lost a friend, a future lover, or both. Because these two are what you are to me. Unfortunately lines are getting blurry between us. Mornings are no longer elated with chirping birds; afternoons are starting to get cloudy for us to see sunsets, and midnights—are now filled with breakdowns and relapse.
Maybe we're already lost in translation. I think we're gradually forgetting the secret language that we used to speak.
But no matter what, I hope you're doing okay. I hope you're good with whatever makes you busy these days. Because that's the only thing that I could always hoped for.
Some time in the future, maybe we'll see each other again. I hope when that happens I will still see the undying joy in your smiles. And if that really happens...
I'd probably ask:
“if we met again and started over; what would you do differently?
