We never proved to be more than we could ever be.
Not that we ever had the chance to try. But that’s the thing, isn’t it? That’s the very reason why we remain as we are and not as how we are supposed to be. Whether it be to remain friends or to become more than that, I won’t know. I’m scared to know.
See, we were doing fine. But “doing fine” can really take a sudden drop. Shame when it does. I want to go ahead and blame the distance. Our awkwardness. But then I’m starting to think that this may be it. Just it. But then again, what if it’s not? Confused. So much that I can barely think straight. Such fine lines are being crossed. Is this really all we are or ought to be?
i don’t know.
of little things 