I wish we never met.
Us crossing paths was surely destined,
But was it really the right time?
I keep having these thoughts,
Was it too early,
Or were we just not ready?
The chemistry was good.
The experience was not all rocky either,
But we weren’t grown.
That was too soon.
We had an idea,
An idea of what love was,
But we couldn’t shake off the fact that
We were just kids.
That was too soon.
We did communicate.
That was what was needed of us.
But we are just humans,
Just kids.
Misunderstandings were bound to arise.
I wish we never met.
That way, we would’ve remained strangers.
I wouldn’t think of you this crazily.
We are still growing,
Still not fully developed.
Real talk…
Couldn’t we have just met after decades?
Couldn’t life have shaped us first?
Instead, it used us to shape each other.
That was truly cruel.
Because now every lesson carries your name.
Every silence somehow sounds like you.
And every version of love I try to imagine
Ends up looking like what we almost became.
Maybe we loved with wounded hands,
Trying to hold something neither of us
Fully understood yet.
Maybe that’s why we broke so easily.
Not because the love was fake,
But because we were fragile.
I hate that timing mattered this much.
I hate that growing sometimes means
Outgrowing people you once prayed for.
And still…
A part of me hopes life becomes kinder.
Kinder enough to let us meet again
As people who finally understand themselves.
Maybe then
We would not love out of fear,
Or confusion,
Or loneliness.
Maybe then
We would stop hurting each other
While trying to heal ourselves.
Until then,
I’ll keep wondering
How something that felt so right
Managed to arrive at the wrong time.