A Story That Never Happened

This was written at a time when I felt like we were something yet we were nothing. Just two plain strangers that happens to be at the same place, and perhaps not the right time. From that point, our paths diverged and we lived our own lives, writing pages of our own.

This piece was something that I kept in draft for so long that I totally forgotten about it. I guess I didn’t realize how much it affected me, until I read them again and decided to finally publish this. Damn, I should try writing happier stories the next time.

The title is as simplest as it is, a story that never happened. May this piece reminds us of the good times and the memories we once shared with somebody that you used to know.

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A Story That Never Happened 

You and Me.

Was it something I didn't see? 

Or was it something I refuse to believe in? 

That was the question that came into my mind, 

As we lay still counting stars that shined, 

And our hands nearly intertwined.

As if talking to the stars, you suddenly asked me "Are you okay?"

I wish I could pour my heart out but 'Yeah' was all I could say. 

You didn't seem convinced and so I showed you my best smile, 

To thank you for keeping my thoughts at bay, even if it's just for a while. 

I didn't realize that you were looking at me,

As if to say 'I'll wait...until the day you decided to tell me'

That day never came because that night was the last we saw of each other. 

If we were to meet again, would it be like how we first met one another? 

Would you even recognize me? Rather, will you even remember me? 

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You are the quiet one in a room, the smartest one I would think, 

I'm the exact opposite, the kind with just enough to stay afloat. 

The kids were always a handful yet I adore them to bits,

Because if it weren't for them, I'm sure the bunch of us would still be strangers. 

Remembering those good times made me miss them dearly, 

I truly miss all the stories they used to tell me. 

(Sometimes, I'll steal glances at them and give myself a pat in the back - for keeping them alive)

My heart sometimes melt a little as I watch how each of us took care of the kids. 

If only you could see it, you will know how much the kids adore you.

Maybe probably a lot more than I do. 

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P.S Writing this made me miss the kids I used to teach terribly. I hope they are doing well and accomplish everything they set their hearts and minds to. 

Love, Sara