I met you at the wrong time. But since then, you seemed to have hitched on my mind, I couldn’t seem to forget how we sat and laughed that one particular night; forever figuring out how two very selective strangers managed to stay together for hours at most in a crowded ground, blocking the noise which surrounded us.
I met you at the wrong time. But since then, I welcomed the thought of you into my life, no matter how impossible I knew for it to be.
I met you at the wrong time. But since then, it seemed as if I left a tiny piece of my heart with you the night we parted. But I was very wrong, because that ignited something in me that wanted to push through with you, with us.
I met you at the wrong time. But since then, I knew; that there was a reason we crossed paths.
I met you at the wrong time. But; was I wrong?
Was it really wrong timing?
The universe shifted.
I knew then, the timing was right.
I met you at the right time. That dawn when my heart shattered into a million pieces, you were there to make sure I hold on to those little pieces, so I could put them back together one day.
I met you at the right time. That moment when I wanted to just fade into nothingness and never come back again.
I met you at the right time. That time when you had to help me etch in my mind that I’m important, and that I deserve better than being the girl who loves more and receives less.
I met you at the right time. That night you wanted to take me out, so you could help me forget.
(When we met, I couldn’t tell if it was right timing for you, because in your eyes I saw that your heart, too, is still broken; and even when you tell me that you let go a long time ago, there was something in those eyes that told me you didn’t.)
I met you at the right time. That moment when you and I shared the brokenness, and somehow swore to mend each other’s heart. For always.
I met you at the right time. Those words you gave me that made me believe that I can genuinely be happier than I ever did. (You did good, my sweet.)
I met you at the right time. You helped fixed my heart. You didn’t let me put back the pieces together alone. You helped me through the process, and it was the nicest thing a stranger, well a former stranger, could ever do for me.
But, darling –
You’re so young, and so full of drive, and so beautiful, you’re too good to be true.
You are a little bit of everything; you’re all over the place, one moment you’re this, and another moment you’re that, you’re yin, and then you’re yang, and I don’t know what to make of you. Sometimes I can’t keep up; and it scares me.
You scare me.
Or maybe the adventure you bring with you scares me.
When I think about you, I sigh – long, deep, and then I ask:
“Together, what could we ever become?”
Was this really the right timing?
(No; because you’re too young, and I’m too old, and although we meet in the middle, I don’t think that’s enough.)
(Yes; because what the world thinks, and what the people say do not matter, what matters is what we think and feel between the two of us; and I think that’s enough.)
You see, you inspire me to be carefree, and reckless, and live in the moment. You make me realize that sometimes it’s fine to be indecisive; that sometimes straightforward to explain your indecisiveness is good. You make me realize so much, that even when it’s not supposed to be our right timing, for me it is. Because having you in my life is never wrong timing.
You are good; and you are real; (and life seldom offers me something as beautiful as you).
Never mind the world, darling. You’re both wrong and right.