Is it my mistake if we cannot be together?
Is it my mistake if one day you know you are a loser?
Last year was wonderful,
beautiful,
colourful,
but at the same time ; painful.
On that one morning,
we were talking,
laughing,
joking about the future.
I looked into some possible ways,
being positive as always,
staring at sun rays,
and wonderful things happen on Fridays.
Pretending that all memories will one day walk away,
leaving our hearts empty as they get further away,
maybe we need to rethink, readjust, and reallocate these feelings,
and slowing moving from this current state to hunting sunset on evenings.
That late night conversation,
and that picture with a wonderful caption,
I am happy that we are finally out from that situation,
and I wish I will be falling for a perfect imagination.