like the movies

you might be right, of course, but i believe you are mistaking the real reality and the reality created by my imagination - and that was the one we were talking about. of course, all that story-that-wasn't-quite-a-story-at-least-yet is cute. i know that. seems taken from one of those hollywood movies. we've seen it before, haven't we? if this was like one of those movies, it would be simple: me and her, we'd meet. probably she'd have someone, so she couldn't really fall for me (even though she was falling already). she'd leave the bastard, eventually, and i would give her the cold shoulder for some reason, but in the end, oh, in the end there would be redemption, an apology to bring out the tears, and we'd be happy forever after. i wished.

your alternative ending is more funny though: we'd not meet again until the last days, when we'd see each other while crossing the street. i'd stop to look at her, to muster the courage to tell her something smart, and would be hit by a car. she'd come in a rush to tell me that she had always loved me as i would die. this seems more morbid written than spoken, mind you. alternatively, i could as well recover and again, we'd be happy forever after.

still, life is not like the movies, no matter how hard the movies try to be like reality. neither of these endings is acceptable (and if one of them is, it will be the second, as lucky as i am...). we will simply not see each other again, just to make everything easier. and i shall never know whether i missed a great opportunity or not.