I looked at you, and you at me. Our eyes met and I remembered the past that we had, the love we shared. That our story ended years ago now.

I felt like I was back at the beginning of our story, and our story was not bound in dust, forgotten, pushed right back into the bookcase, left to never be open again.

In that moment I wished I could go back in time, back to that moment in which I told you that I hadn’t got the courage you had, to the moment I told you that I did not love you, the moment I broke my heart.

I wish we met five years later, I wish you met me when I knew what I wanted, not when I was eighteen. But I guess some stories are better left untouched, we just had bad timing my love. But my god, if we loved again I swear I’d love you right.

-it was just bad timing