Maybe if we could rewind, we'd have everything. We'd be happy, and we never would've cried and lost the way that we...well, cried and lost. Maybe we'd stay up late at night talking about everything and nothing at all, and I'd still be your confidant, but I'd be the same confidant that you wanted to hold close. You'd want to cherish me, and I'd adore you equally, if not more so. We could have it all. We could be in love.

Or maybe, if we could rewind, everything would be far worse. We'd make that left turn instead of the right or the right turn instead of the left, and it would take us in the wrong direction regardless of the route. We'd be left blind, and we'd fight about absolutely nothing. I'd cry all the time. I'd be more cynical than I am now, and we'd finally break up with a bitter taste left in both of our mouths. We'd salvage no friendship. We'd have nothing but space.

But we're here. We're trying for this thing we like to call friendship, and it might not be the best effort we can make, but it's ours. These are our circumstances, and we can't rewind. We can't see if it would've been a blessing or a curse. We can just live. We can live, and we can try our best...and you know, maybe.

Maybe, this is the way it's supposed to be.