I sometimes wonder if I ever did make good on the promise I made to you some years back: I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Back then, I dreamed of that day when I’ll hold your hand when we walk that aisle, and the preacher proclaims us husband and wife. That will never happen, now that the man in my dream isn’t me. You’ve just been engaged, I heard. Letting you go long ago, I guess, has come full circle.
I’m sure he’s everything I was supposed to be, or you expected me to be, but owing to my stubbornness, I wasn’t. I never did become your perfect guy, even if you were the 100% perfect girl for me. We met at the same crossroads every now and then, and somehow there was always those feelings of highs and lows. “What could have been?” “What if it were us?” It never really happened. It was just my dream, perhaps even yours. I guess right now, I guess we were never meant for each other after all.
