sometimes

Sometimes, I think about the past and wonder what it would have been like if I did not give you my number. Will we still get the chance to talk and be friends? Will we still fall in love?

Sometimes, I wonder what if you didn't notice me during that event. Will there still be another time where the same thing will happen? Will you still ask about me?

Sometimes, I wonder if we hadn't met the way we did, where we did, and when we did... will our paths still cross?

Sometimes, I wonder if I never let you go, will we still be together?

Sometimes, I still think of you. But most times, I try not to anymore.