How it was suppsoed to be

This was supposed to be a story about me and you. You were supposed to be sitting right next to me for inspiration. Now I caress these keys on the keyboard for inspiration. You were supposed to be smiling right next to me, as I described how the rays from the sun hit your face just right. But instead, I sit here. Staring at my window. I live in a calm neighborhood, the sun hits my window at just the perfect angle. Not too bright, not too hot, just perfect. Just how I pictured our relationship. Perfect. But I guess just the same way I can’t control the sun, I couldn’t control how things were meant to be.

We were supposed to be the talk of town. But the town hardly knows us now. We were supposed to be a representation of what love is. But now we are just another representation of why love shouldn’t be. Our love was supposed to be in the books, but now I am here writing of a love that was never meant. We were supposed to be the very definition of “aaaw”. But now we are just a representation of something that could have been.

I used to see you in all the romantic comedies I watched on Netflix. We were the main characters in our soap opera. I used to wish forever, but now I believe maybe nothing lasts forever. I used to picture your relationship with my friends. How my hobbies would be your hobbies, how my friends would become your friends. Biblically speaking, your enemies would be my enemies, your family would be my family, your joy would be my joy, your space my space.

But now, your pain has become my pain. Your heartbreak the story of my life, your disappointments my life lessons. We were supposed to run the world. We were supposed to rewrite the clichés. Who ever said true love doesn’t exist? Whoever said two humans can never complete each other so perfectly that they become one? Whoever said that one’s desires can never be fulfilled by another? Whoever said that all you ever wanted cannot be found in one person? Whoever said that you can’t love once, and love right? We were supposed to prove them wrong. But I guess we were wrong.

We were supposed to be the dictionary’s definition of true love. We were supposed to be the gin and tonic of the human race. We were supposed to be the beginning of a revolution. A generation that believes in love.

So, what happened to the spark in your eyes? What happened to the rhythm in your hips? What happened to the kindness in your voice? The patience in your decisions? The love in your heart and most importantly the warmth in your…?

I know you blame me. For no longer being the man, you met. For no longer synching to the beating of your heart. For no longer being aligned with your dreams. For no longer fulfilling the desires of your heart. For no longer being everything, you ever wanted. But how could you have expected me to be all that when I no longer understood what you wanted? When I was no longer sure who you were? When you made me second guess myself?

My jokes were no longer funny. My hug no longer warm enough. My personality no longer human enough. My **** no longer long enough. I mean, my conversations are no longer long enough.

But I guess, this wasn’t supposed to be. Maybe we were two sides of a coin. Maybe we were each other’s life lessons. An experience never to be repeated. One to be experienced and lost. One only to be talked about but not to be kept.

Either way, we served our purpose. You showed me things I hadn’t seen before. You made me feel things I hadn’t felt before. Gave me experiences I could only Imagine. So, it doesn’t matter how it was supposed to be. You are a part of my life. A part, yes in the past but a part not to be forgotten. Maybe it wasn’t meant or supposed to be, but it was definitely supposed to happen.