We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.
So I was thinking, maybe, that while it took for me to find you, you found her.
And we’re now making up for that little lapse in time. When you didn’t wait for me and I didn’t know you’re coming either. Am I glad we met? Of course I am. Will I erase you in my memory if I can. Yes dear, I will too.
And I ought to, never write about you again.