I ponder on everything I have missed, everything that passed me by, and everything that I never saw at all. Will I regret my choices one day? Will I wake up decades from now with nothing but a few vague and hazy memories? What if I’m investing on the wrong things? What if the things that are important to me don’t really matter to him? Or them? Whoever said the person I’m waiting for takes the shape of just a single person?
There are days when I no longer feel the rush from the anticipation of the many mysterious tomorrows to come. There are days when I wonder that maybe there is something indeed wrong with me. 
What if I’m looking at the wrong direction? Or what if we’re both looking at the same direction, making it impossible for us to see each other? Or what if—God forbid—what if I am NEVER meant to meet him? And that I should just really forget about it and focus on other things?