Our Invisible String

"Our invisible strings"

~ M.Q

All of the what ifs made me stay.

But I wonder what would happen if none of those existed?

Would I still remain?

Would I still see our invisible string?

In this lifetime, I've realized that some people are not meant to stay in your life no matter how much you wish they just do. Some people are meant to be your friend, your best friend, your closest and trusted friend, your rant buddy or even just someone you know but you're not really close with them and some of are just really passing by. At some point, you need to accept the fact that not all people you meet are real and can be trusted or will always be that way towards you. Do you know the feeling where you honestly feel that you really don't need anyone but it feels wonderful whenever someone is there for you? After the sun set, it gets dark and the wind gets cold, all you have is yourself. No one else. I was never a needy person until I met him.

I thought I already got out of this mess but I was wrong.

Have you ever loved someone so much? That all of the things you see around you, it reminds you of that person even if it's just a random thing. That all of the places your feet walked on, you feel his presence even though he's not there at all. That every line on the story you're reading, you would think of him without any reason. And that suddenly, all of the music that you hear are all about him. Perhaps, everyone thought that I was the fool for loving him too much but for me, loving him was something I never regretted. Not even a single second.

But if I could turn back time, I'd never stand up on my seat and look behind so I wouldn't see him. But if I hadn't had a glimpse of his face, if I never heard his voice, and if I never felt his touch then my heart would never beat as fast as a racing car. My days would always remain so dark, my eyes would always remain shut, my lips would never smile nor laugh and I would never feel the freedom I had longed for the longest time.

I wish you were still just a human to me.

I don't want to look at you and see an art.

But whenever I see you, you are everything to me.

You are the music, a story and a poetry.

I don't know what am I supposed to do with everything I feel for you. No one ever showed me how to keep the ocean hidden beneath my skin. No one ever told me; in love, you drown.

My name is Avery, and this is my story.

I never knew that this person that I'm still loving even right at this very moment has a special place on my fragile heart, has a line on every chapter of my story and I don't know why but I'm hoping that he would be in it until the end. I want him to be my end game, not just some extra character or someone who wasn't supposed to be in my story in the first place. I couldn't help but giggle whenever I'm recalling how we met, it wasn't during the first day of our face-to-face class. It was during the first week of our class when I was still studying via online modality.