A thought that never occurred to me was that maybe I’m the bad guy in this situation.

How can that be when I thought I was the Romeo to your Juliet. I was saving you in my head. I wanted what’s best for you, regardless of what that meant. I never thought that I was taking you away from what was best for you.

How could I?

What kind of an asshole would ruin the situation for someone if he would’ve known that the situation was good for you.

So, if I’m the bad guy, I guess I’d also be kind of toxic for having some sort of thoughts about everything working out in the long run.

We’re supposed to be together, and I’m convinced, but no process makes sense for us to be together in my mind.

The stars point to you; the universe put you in my path, but yet I’m still not sure how the fuck this is supposed to go.

Maybe I’m the bad guy after all. And I’ve always been that guy. Maybe I should let you go. Maybe we’ve served each other’s purposes even though it’s not what we wanted.

Maybe we could meet each other in another life.

If that’s true, I can’t wait.

And just like that, I’m the bad guy. Living a life just to get through to my next. Hoping you’ll be there from the beginning and not me wait all over again.

You better hurry your ass up.