When you reminisce the past,
What do you see,
It’s some fleeting memories,
That were not even meant to be.
Some warm your heart,
While some make you regret,
Some you plan, while some,
That were not even meant to be.
It’s the time when I saw you grow,
Garbled words that were a mystery,
Memories of so many firsts,
That were not even meant to be.
It’s not every rain or storm,
It’s not even every song,
Times I felt alive and free, and others,
That were not even meant to be.
It’s not what I wear on my hand,
It’s not even my shoe brand,
But every time I was valued, or not,
When not even meant to be.
It’s not what I own,
It’s not even who I know,
It’s about who I become with you,
Every time it’s meant to be.
