Just a thought

I was thinking, is there really such a thing as bad timing? Do some things fall apart, in order for us to grow apart, grow up, and come back together? It seems to me that when we say our goodbyes--sometimes what we mean to say is see you soon.

I picture it in my head as one of those old silent movies; Two lovers parting ways on a aged cobblestone street in Paris, where the hopes and desires of the characters are written at the bottom of the screen. The words gone unsaid but not unfelt. Perhaps the reason we choke, act awkward, say the wrong things and screw it all up is because it’s not the right time. Maybe, just maybe..sometimes we can’t find the right words.... because it isn’t the right time to say them.

In my opinion, at 2:45 pm in Posadas: the road to love is unpaved, full of detours, hitchhikers and bad directions.

Ps: Above entry, not to confuse change and maturity. Once an asshole, always an asshole.