flying soul
To June,
How do I wake up from this dream of mine? Six years and counting. Deep down, I know how much I miss you, the deep conversations, our shared interests, the world that belonged only to us. I can’t go back, no matter how much I wish I could turn back time. But I have no regrets about our separation, because deep down, I know maybe we weren’t meant to be.
Still, there’s a tiny voice inside me that whispers we’re destined to be forever. Yet, as the years pass, it feels like nothing more than a delusion. I’m still trying to understand why we parted, still in disbelief. Maybe I haven’t found the one to love, that’s why I’m stuck thinking of you, praying you’ll come back to me.
I know I never showed it well, and you might think I’ve changed, that I’ve stopped caring. But I promise you, there hasn’t been a single day I forgot you existed. June, I wish we could talk again, though I know it’s hard. So I surrender, letting the waves of fate guide you back to me. And if our reconciliation is meant to be, it will happen when the time is right.
If not in this life, I’ll still hold you close, forever dear in my heart.