Have you ever met someone and thought,
“Whatever this is, it’s never going to last”?
The first time I caught his eyes and saw his smile, I knew.
I knew that he was going to leave.
That was the time when a beginning felt like an ending.
When he was around, I only saw caution signs
telling me to turn back.
I had no guarantee. No promises. No nothing.
But I guess I was a masochist.
Because I had hope for him to stay.
But alas, he didn’t.
At the end, I was right.
He left me.
I never had a choice.
He was going to leave either way.