Was it a bad timing?

Was It Just Bad Timing?

Was it just bad timing, or simply the wrong life?
Was it the alignment of the stars, or two souls walking different paths?

Time has passed, yet memories remain.
They return at midnight, echoing through the quiet corners of your mind, refusing to be forgotten.

Sometimes the silence lingers like a ringing in your ears.
Sometimes it grows louder, planting doubts inside the choices you've made, and the ones you have yet to make.

Between love and hate.
Between pain and joy.
Between the roads we chose and the ones we left behind.
Was it me? Was it you? Or was it simply... us?

Were we just two children who didn't know any better?
Living one day at a time, loving with everything we had.
Maybe that's what it was meant to be—beautiful in its innocence, a little childish, a little foolish, yet completely real.

Giving someone a piece of your soul, and knowing they had given you a piece of theirs.

Perhaps some people are never meant to stay forever.
Perhaps they arrive only to change us, to teach us, to leave behind a part of themselves that quietly lives within us long after they're gone.

And maybe, years from now, we'll still look at the same sky and wonder...

Was it just bad timing? Or were we simply written into different lives?