Destiny

It might only be the delusions of a young adult, but I just can't help it. Sometimes, I kind of get this feeling that I've finally come to some kind of understanding about myself and my futre, an realization of some sort of, it's almost as if I'm prophesying.
So what I've come to realize is that I'll always be the one that for some time men will be interested, they might picture me as something more, as The One, but such feelings, its intensity will fade as time pass just like everything in this Earth. There might not even be a kiss shared, but they will love me, for my soul, for my uniqueness.
Maybe they might look back and think of me with cherish in their eyes, but they shall never try to persue anything again. No matter how much my heart desires or aches, their role in my life will be over after the last kiss, the last tear shed. They will never be the ones I'll call as mine, but I shall forever carry a part of them, of us, within me.
I'll have to remember of this prediction every time my heart gets bruised, never truly broken, 'cause, until the last minute, soul, mind and heart will refuse to break over a man. ''Lick your wounds, cry the rivers you have to, but always remember the practiced smiles and to keep your head high and then, finally, say goodbye'', I'll hear being whispered in my ear.
Sometimes it'll be me the one with looks of appreciation, almost nostalgic, but I'll have to bear my own conformed sad smiles, knowing it was simply not meant to be. I'll carry in my heart the knowing it's a sad, sad fate, I might not be always as understanding, but sometimes an old soul must comes to the terms with its destiny.



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