From Different Worlds

My heart sends a message to my head and again our timeline floods into my consciousness from the beginning to our end. I could have never predicted this outcome. If only I could have stopped myself from making those choices maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't have been betrayed. The one person I looked up to and called a friend drove a knife through my heart with a single text. I felt like a part of me had died. The pain was limitless. I wished for it to be physical pain. My thoughts took my body to a street in front of a moving car. A couple of steps and it would all be over. Maybe some of my body parts might be salvageable and used for someone who is in need of it. But do humans really need saving if they could be so cruel? They don't deserve it. A punching bag is where my frustrations came out. The endless tears washed down my face as I screamed in rage hitting the bag with my clenched fists. Life seemed pointless and unfair. If only I knew that I had fallen in love with my soulmate. Even the language barrier didn't stop our connection. Instead, I chose to break off what we had to prevent my heart feeling like it is now. The void feels like it will never be filled. He's the one I want, the only one I want. The choices I chose to prevent myself from falling in love was actually my mistake. There was nothing that could have prevented that. My mistake of the breakup that hurt his heart was actually my downfall and the cause of my pain. If I didn't break up with him he wouldn't have gotten intoxicated and pushed his lips against hers. She should have known. Her ears listened to me talk endless hours about his existence. But, she chose to forget my words and just let the alcohol take her mind to a different place. My regrets are shared now but there is nothing I can do to recover the friendship I lost with the girl with the intoxicated lips. Yet I can do the ultimate sacrifice and forgive the one whom I fell in love with before he took his suitcase and left to a different country. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I had to grow the metaphorical balls and woman myself up. The visit was short lived in my mind but went on for hours on end. My feelings reappeared after my heart tore into a million pieces. Yet, his presence healed my heart and I fell for him once again. He asked the one question that I didn't want him to ask. He asked for the presence of my lips on his. I couldn't at the time, but when he had to leave for his plane, I had to feel his sweet soft lips once more. The hours replayed in my head. I was okay with him leaving before my visit with him but, the memories of our last encounter burn in my mind. The song that reminded him of me was sent and replayed over and over. The tears washed down my face; they felt endless. I could never feel his touch and see his face ever again. The only connection between us is the phones that are in our hands that type the words in our minds. I long for his touch and his presence. I would do anything for him to be next to me once again. The distance is forever long but a part of my heart will always belong to the boy who speaks a foreign language.