MAYBE, BUT WHO KNOWS ?

Maybe this is love.

What she felt in that moment,

Ironically, you need someone to walk away

To realise all you needed was for them to stay.

Maybe it was love,

Maybe it was her desire to never again, feel the hurt,

Of standing in one place and watching as he got farther and smaller

While she shrunk and her pain stood in front, digging the knife deeper and growing taller

But who can tell the truth, when she herself isn’t aware of it

But who could take one look at them, and say whether they were meant to be, after one kiss or face the fate of a million what ifs

Who, who even had the heart to confront either one of them and end their hopes towards each other.

Maybe, what she had was love all along

Maybe she’ll let her life go on

And believe if it was real, it would’ve been different from anything she could ever imagine to feel.

Maybe, but who knows?

And who are we to say anything ahead, after knowing it is what they both chose.

For Each other And For Themselves