Distraction

I need distraction. Something to take me away from thinking about all the could-haves, should-haves, what-ifs and, most importantly, him.

And there are only so much you can do to distract yourself. Sooner or later the thoughts will come back, and you will have to go through the process of understanding the concept of fate and destiny again.

I just want him to know that I am not running away. I was just too slow to understand his need to be alone; even now I could not understand it fully. And now I am staying away, and praying that somehow, at some point in the future, our lives will cross each other, and even, if i dare to hope, entwine.