when two people have to split up, like when they don't want to but they need to, there's this little choice on their heads before leaving; continue waiting for the two of you to meet again or just forget that everything ever happened. as for me, i chose the easy part. i chose to wait. because waiting is actually easier. you do nothing but wait. when you try to forget, you have to gather all your strength and do a lot of effort just to erase all the memories you had with him. the only question that keeps me awake until 4 am tho is the choice he made. did he choose to wait? did he choose to forget? if he did choose to forget, would it be easier for me if i had also chosen that way? what if i choose to forget and he chooses to stay? why isn't there communication? why isn't there an easy part were you both get to choose the easy, or the hard way. at least you're somehow on the same lane. why is there always a complication? why is there always false hope? well maybe, just maybe, the answer to all my questions is this: we are the epitome of intersecting lines. we meet once, and never again.