Maybe the universe was wrong this time.

It thought it was doing everything right for us, and we were supposed to accept it. What if it’s wrong, though? What if this isn’t what will make me stronger, and ultimately it weakens me for the rest of my life?

There will always be that “I should’ve done this” or the “I could’ve done better here.” Because I ask myself a lot of “what ifs” before I go to bed, wondering what I could’ve done better.

I know what you’re thinking. What’s done is done, and sure that’s true. What if there’s the chance that I could put those intentions out into the universe, and the universe breaks the rules just one time to make things change?

I mean, what else am I supposed to do? Just move on? You don’t think I’d have done that already if it was that simple? And then here we go back to making things simple. I get it; not everything is simple. But if it was so fucking simple for the universe to have our paths cross, why can’t it be as easy as leaving each other’s past behind. That fucking bothers me; how easy it is just to say that.

At this point, I forgot our point. That means I’m back to square one, sitting on my knees asking for the strength to withstand all this shit from the universe.