What Might Have Been
“What might have been?” you ask.
“Might have been something truly wonderful,” you say.
“Might have been .. love?” you wonder.
Do not let outward appearances fool you, casual onlooker. “What might have been” can easily be what your mother warned you about, and by what, I mean who, and by who, I mean her. You see where I’m going with this, I’m sure.
Human beings can become very adept at hiding their true natures, some more so than others. Some of them become so adept at it that they don’t even know who they are anymore. They are just a reflection of whoever stands in front of them. Like all reflections, this one’s not real.
So casual onlooker, I implore you once again to not be fooled by outward appearances of “what might have been”. There isn’t anything there, we only see what we’re searching for.
Look deeper, casual onlooker, and stop wondering about “what might have been”. Stop pitying me. Be glad for me, for I have stopped chasing reflections and mirages has ruined more than one life.