Even now, this hole is still left unfilled. Words left unspoken. Truths I'm dying to say or I thought I had said but then they're still here, unrevealed. Those decision trees I've drawn, did they ever make sense at all?

Like a misplaced key, now I can't open the lock. And everything inside is left the way it was, untouched and unmoved. I am left the way I was. Maybe I'm trying too hard with this metaphor. It's harder being implicit in English. Well then maybe that's the problem, we always say things implicitly.

Your path, my choice. Did they ever cross after all, or was it just me being delusional? Anyway. They're out of question now. Just like so many things between us. Which leaves me, even now, still not sure about what I should fight for.