Perhaps it wasn't all so bad.

Maybe, all we were intended to be was friends.
Nothing more, nothing less.

Perhaps love was never a thing for us.
Temporarily.

That moment at the train station, perhaps it was meant to be just a kiss.
That moment in the supermarket, perhaps it was meant to be just a glance.
That moment on your sofa, perhaps it was meant to stay just a conversation.
Perhaps the smile you gave me was just recognition.

Maybe, I was meant to be alone.
Carry all this on my own.

I was never meant to hold your hand.
You've got to learn to stand on your own feet now.

My heavy backpack.
My mountain to climb.

I'll let it all go, someday.
Will there be anything left of me, though?