We have control of a lot of things in life, but who comes in and out of it isn’t one of ‘em. Sure we can decide who we allow access to our heart and who gets the boot. When we’re introduced, where we meet and who we are at that time isn’t exactly something we can grab by the horns right that second. Perhaps it’s all meant to play out the way it does, but sometimes it can feel like it’s not. It seems as if the universe slipped up and made a mistake. A crucial error that’s led to you coming face to face with a person you had no business being involved with. At least not here. Certainly not now.
You should’ve seen me before, back when I wasn’t broken. Really, I wish you could’ve. It wasn’t always tense and complicated. I wasn’t always damaged goods. Battle wounds have left scars, permanent ones that can be seen too often for me to appeal to you, but for some odd reason, I do. The blemishes can be covered but why bother? The smokescreen’s mist runs out and the façade requires constant, conscious, strenuous effort that isn’t authentic or sincere.
If this had been a different time in our lives we’d be better. You wouldn’t see the good in me deep down, you’d see the greatness on the surface. You wouldn’t think of me as potential, you’d think of me as currently capable. And this mutually inaccessible stuff would not exist. I wouldn’t see you as a slim chance, I’d see opportunity. I wouldn’t think of you as a pipe dream, I’d think of you as a wish that came true. But we didn’t meet then, we met when we did and maybe that’s just how it was meant to be.
