It's Time

This kinda always happens to me.

And it kinda sucks.

Second best. That's right.

I push people away.

Scared to get hurt, but scared of being alone.

No one really understands me, who i am, or what my motives are.

I don't even really know.

But when I finally feel something is real, it gets taken away.

Almost lovers.

Time-restricted friends.

Temporary happiness.

Maybe. . .I'm meant to be alone in life.

Maybe I'm meant to be that independent person I once was a few years back.

Maybe I'm supposed to be career-driven. Never meant to meet anyone.

I so wanted it to be. . .or have a chance with. . .

I guess that was my chance.

I have no more chances.

Well. . .it was nice to know you. . .

Have a nice life. . .

Maybe we'll meet again sometime in the future, and maybe then we can be friends.

Time to move on, once again.

And although I feel a bit melancholy about it all, although I don't want to say goodbye, although I want to continue something that could never be, I think I'll be just fine.

Only a hint of scared. A taste of depression. But a flavor blast of adventure.

"Adventure is out there!"--Up