I get everything, everything that I want.
But, just a little late.
And I don’t wait.
All this while I tried, tried a lot. When things didn’t work out, I moved on. Moved on in every sense of that word. Leaving everything behind.
The dreams I saw and the hopes I held, collecting them one by one, crushing them with your own hands and then disposing them off, it’s not easy.
I know I have a better future waiting for me ahead, I am sure of it.
But it doesn’t make it easier by any chance to accept that once your dreams are no more now.
Can the future make up for the past? I really don’t know.
All I chose is not just to look ahead but walk ahead as well, without any regrets. I gave whatever I could and when I could no more, I stopped.
My past is my past, it made me who I am, I have no regrets, wouldn’t change a thing. I just don't live there anymore.
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