Walking apart

We meet again walking apart...

We walked far away from each other without expecting the meeting of our paths.
Four years have passed already since we saw each other last time, and many things have happened.
Being here, in this side of the way has made me learn so much stuff about what isn't love, about which kind of person I want to share or not my life, and the way I remember myself, to remember who I was... it's pretty funny and sad, and also bittersweet. I can see now why it didn't happened the way I wanted it to happen, and its allright. Then, I will wait to understand why isn't happening what I want now, I can say I'm optimistic of what the future holds.

This was just a chapter of a history that wasn't over, till now.