Now that I’ve finally begun to truly move on, now that I have a partner, and now that I’m desiring a new, serious relationship I see you, somehow finding me just, on the street with my new partner, slapping me, and dropping to one knee.
I can’t say I’m afraid of that.
I can’t say if I’d be angry.
But every time I see it, I just accept it.
I accept you.
I accept my fate.
And maybe I shouldn’t be this weak.
Maybe it will never happen, not in a million years.
Not in another lifetime.
Not even in a parallel dimension!
But I still see it, and my heart sinks, not for myself, but for this other, unknown lover, unknown love, unknown potential.
It’s just another tragedy.