Unscripted Love Story.
I thought you were meant for me. It was my only logical reason for why my memories of you are missing, the harder I try to remember you the more my memories of you fade.
I have never been so confused in my entire life.
You are meant to be mine, it has been set since before our existence, and it has been confirmed by our reunion.
It was meant to be us again the world. You, my very own prize for my pains and sufferings. The reward that makes it all worth it.
But you don’t seem to see it, you don’t seem to get the irony, you remember it all, the stories I told, the comments I made, how I was in the past.
We spent our childhood together but I can’t remember your face, I can’t remember a conversation we had, but I know deep inside my heart that you should be mine. Maybe my heart failed once again.
You are a mystery to me. Do you even know it, have you come to the realization of what we are, what we were, what we should be. We could have been that and more. I ruined it, I ruined it, I know I did?
If not you, then who? You have been there all along, hidden in plain sight, a needle not in the haystack but among many other needles.
Silly me, even with fate by my side, I lost. I thought, because of them we are here, because of us, they couldn’t be. What greater sacrifice?
How did I not remember? What happened to my memories of you? Did you do this to me? Did I do this to you? Was I meant to have you?
We have been destined to be together, even before our birth. but I ruined it. If it is not you, then I want no other.
