Perspective can play a big deal in life. I see something from one perspective, but you may see the same situation from a completely different perspective. From your perspective, you see a blog with posts written by Tiffany Cheung, but from my perspective, I see a 'diary', if you may, of my thoughts that I would like to share with others.
Nonetheless, you can take this post as a 'sequel' to my previous one titled "I Am A Story". While I was writing that, I thought that this song can somewhat be related to Beyonce's "Best Thing I Never Had", wouldnt you agree?
Different perspectives.
Bruno Mars is heartbroken, depressed, angry even, at himself and how he let the best thing he could ever have out of his grip. Beyonce, on the other hand, knew how much she loved 'him', but she realized that not being with him was the best thing she ever did.
When you hear Bruno Mars' song, you feel sympathy for the guy. Yet when you listen to Beyonce's song, you'll automatically think that it 'sucks to be [him] right now'.
Makes you think? Just a little? Maybe?
Enjoy the story. :)
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The sun shone down on us like never before. Birds chirping the melody, dogs harmonizing the bridge, children filling in the gaps in between: today was magical.
Not to mention, I just got engaged.
My fiancé and I strolled around the park, and while doing so, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of something from afar. I squinted to focus on it, and as we got closer, I realized I was getting closer to my past. Although I was engaged, those memories would never fade away. You hurt me, and that’s never going to change.
You smiled, greeted us, and I can tell you were envious of how close we were. We smiled back, and I announced, “I’m getting married.”
I can see the shock in your eyes. You hesitated, but continued with “congratulations.” You turned to look at my fiancé, “She must be the best thing you ever had.”
There was a time I thought that you did everything right. Boy, I must’ve been out of my mind.
Those times in University when I loved you, you treated me like a fool. You treated me like a maid, a slave, an option.
It was at that moment in time when I saw the real you. I knew we weren’t meant to be. Yet I thought we would be together forever, but you showed me otherwise.
I can see it in your eyes. You’re sad; you’re hurt, but you don’t deserve my tears, not anymore.
I didn’t want to let you go, but everyone knew it was the best for me. The best choice I made was leaving you. I became a better person. I was happier. But most importantly, I found him.
We parted ways not long after. My fiancé kissed my forehead, stared into my eyes, and questioned if I was all right. I smiled brightly at him, held onto his arm tight, and assured him I was fine. I knew that I made the right choice.
I looked over my shoulder one last time. Even from afar, I can feel you staring at us. I wanted you bad, but I’m so through with that, because honestly you turned out to be the best thing I never had. I know you want me back, but it’s time to face the facts that I’m the one that got away.
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