It all fell apart the second that I looked him in the eyes. Something told me that he wasn't what I was looking for but then again he was sensitive, considerate and sweet. He was crazy about me. And even though something below the surface of what I thought of him warned me not to take our relationship beyond friendship I wanted him. I felt how compassionate he could be and I knew that he would fall hard. I wanted him to fall hard for me. Compatibility? Who was to say at that point in time. We were friends that had just moved past the point of total strangers. We ventured on to acquaintances, and then there I was making the biggest mistake of my life looking at him with a romantic eye. I found him attractive in an untraditional way, little did I know how untraditional the road we were about to walk together would soon become.
When you give someone the best years of your life you don't know it until the precious moments and experiences have passed. How is it that life can be so unfair that we can't go back and change it, but that tomorrow is supposed to began anew with infinite possibilities. Then again, when my tomorrow arrives I fall right back into the habitual abyss that landed me in the pit of regret that makes me long for the days of yesterday. To turn back and say all of the things that I should have said, now that I've seen the path the wrong reply will take me ; I want to go the right way. Have you ever done something that the very second that you do it you want to take it back, yet you know it's too late. Some things of that nature can be harmless such as shaving off your eyebrows. You thinkOoops that totally sucks but it was an accident but my eyebrow will grow back and I'll never do it again. Well, this is how I feel about being with him on a more intimate level, except what I lost will never grow back. If I could turn back the hands of time.I would probably still end up here, that is the meaning of fate.
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