Everything that happens, happens for the best
Everything that happens, happens for the best. We were separated for a reason. I know for a fact that we'd kill each other. We needed to be apart. To grow. Independently. Under different circumstances. Still I know we'd grow to be the same people. No matter the difficulties we've been through. The loneliness. The crying. The miserability. No matter how much I wished you'd be here, with me, I knew I couldn't live with myself. Cause I'd grow to hate you. To detest you. To see you as a threat. Cause I'm not ready. I don't know myself. Internally well. I wouldn't be able to handle you. You wouldn't either. We were born to excel. We were born to be stars. I know how hard you've worked and you've seen me too. All I can do is be glad we still have each other. No matter how far. No matter if we're sinking among imposters. We'll have each other. Always.