I don’t know if it was fate,
I don’t know if it was destiny,
or if we simply had to learn
how deeply love can hurt
when two wounded people meet too early.
When we found each other,
there was no peace,
only longing,
confusion,
and mirrors held too close to old scars.
We could not trust fully.
Our egos were too fragile,
our pride too loud,
our fears too practiced.
And maybe that was the tragedy:
we both wanted to hear
“You are the only one,”
while being too terrified
to say it first.
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