You’ve convinced me.
The mistake is neither yours nor mine but that of time. This time it’s ahead of our hearts.
You deserve someone made to love and made with love and that’s not who I see myself as now or in the near future. I hate saying “deserve” because who am I to decide. But then again, now my doubts make me wonder if that’s where you’ll land.
You had so much time. So. Much. But it wasn’t enough. And that’s the thing- time doesn’t determine if it’s enough but fate does.












