It wasn't love...
nor anything to resemble it at all...so what am I still clinging to? The possibility.
in any situation where the possibility of love is present, we find it difficult to leave. All I needed was more time and I would've opened up....just a little more time...
Now I'm back to my independent, self-sufficient self. Freedom's taste is always bittersweet. I escaped the grasp of the unknown, but now I go back to the same ole.
As I weigh them repeatedly: "unknown", "same ole"... I think I'd like something different for a change.
But damn...it's too late...or is it?
Quem sabe!
