others say it was the melody,
the one that was played when we didn't know how nostalgic we wanted to be.
(it had us feeling alright.)
me?
i'm not sure.
i'm not even sure we started it.
retrospect: it seems it was always there, hiding in between glass bottles and stolen afternoons.
a prologue: much like the proverbial story of tragedy meets consequence, this one involves convenience and jealousy and acting getting in the way of real life.
part two: after we forgot how to be ourselves we tried what we knew best: doing what was easiest.
they said, smile. we don't like it when you're sad.
she didn't want to smile though. she wanted to decide.
she wanted to decide between
life lesson #6: you must decide who's going to be the hero, and who's going to be the sidekick.
(it's not that difficult to keep dreams alive.)
(p.s. you don't always get to be the hero.)
yet, still, we lie awake, eyes set on some world not too far from this one; picturesque backdrops within ideal settings framing the so-called best days of our lives.
and to think, we were taken out of context.
the twist in the story: the man with the hat forgot to tell us one thing though: there is no going back.
have we been here before?
it feels like we have.
oh, and one last thing: i don't regret it.