Farewell my friend, the chapters of our novel
Has come to an end.
No matter how many times we wished every night, "to please stop the time we're not yet ready to flight". We still have so many things to try, and yet its about to fly.

Yet, it seems that future had to say
What game(path) we are going to play.

Simply just treasuring all the time being with you.
I love you, the real version of you, I hate to say— but I will miss you.
Sadly, the words I wrote will never come out (in my mouth), for I am so selfish—only my heart have said it out loud.
My fate was really not meant to be with you—forever, but to be with you to fight—together.

Lets just say, you are my soulmate (or your soulmate is me) but we cannot be.

Long story short, we are meant to meet each other but—not meant to be together.

© _ASCE