There was a slight moment in our lives that we had convinced ourselves we couldn’t get further than where we were in that moment. We seemed content in settling in the little peaks of joys that the mountain ranges of emotions would grant us. It never seemed so unsettling for us how they come by so frequently, when we felt like we never left the top anyway.

What was never spoken of both of us are the denouements we masked in silence, as if nothing was going on. Blame pretense, blame ignorance; blame us. Or blame the situations we never thought we were already placed in. That’s what we get for speeding through yellow lights just to avoid the reds.

In the end, we face the same cliches. Of losing the us to you and me. Of blaming ourselves instead of each other. Of a farewell with a tearless smile - the worst goodbye of all. Let you and I suck the pain when we casually - and frequently - meet. If anything, it should help you and I forget to regret.