He wasn't mine.

we were never written in the same chapter of fate. never meant to hold hands beneath on the same sky, oh my love. I was not his he was not mine but what I felt for him is truly true fate brought us together but we are not destined to be together. I thought we would walk on the same path- but we didn't. those glances we'd steal from the night sky. happiness that brought us to tears and sadness. the memories that I will cherish forever. now I see why grief is described as a journey. This path goes on and on, and the only guarantee is that a broken heart will always be part of it. close the windows that hurts you, no matter how beautiful the view is.