I have convinced myself that there is no such thing as destiny. I'm beginning to believe to chance meetings. To intentional approaches. To planned happenings. Believing that such spontaneous events are always possible has been put to an end. I guess, I could say I don't believe in the unexpected anymore. But, a part of me has always believed with the impossible and that with faith, it could be possible. But, I knew all along how difficult it would be to change the things I can't accept instead of simply accepting the things that I can't change. So, I gave up. I've given up a lot of times already and this is where I've been led to: the disbelief of magic, or perhaps just anything surreal. The disbelief of us being surreal, the disbelief of the feelings I had that were surreal.
I have convinced myself that you were just a phase. That you were just a storm that my nights had to get through. That you were only temporary. That you were never staying. You were just a phase. You were never the dead end. You were just a cliff I needed to fly away from. And in the midst of us was a deep hole and if you and I considered staying and keep going, we could've fallen into that trap. We would've tried to climb back up but that will never change the memory of falling into the surface head first, eyes closed and hearts frightened. But, now that I'm still flying I've thought of how many times to go back to you. But, I will never consider that as an option anymore. What I do consider is that you were just a phase, because you could never be my fate.