There were plenty of things they wanted to say to each other, but neither of them would say a word in fear of it all coming true. So they stayed quiet.
They had plenty of chances to say those things to each other, but each one missed. Instead, small talk made a weak attempt at filling the space between them.
Now they were stuck, following this engraved routine of avoidance, longing for each other and ignoring the whole feeling. They hoped for something to change.
It hurt them, I think, or at least her, he has been more avoidant and distant these days, that made it hurt worse. But from trial and error with others, she knew she couldn’t make efforts towards nothing. She would not sit and wait for possibilities, and it was hard, finally moving on from past someone’s to a new no one, especially when she thought she finally got it right.
However he, was rather torn. Torn between two someone’s, each so different from the other. Perhaps one someone made sense. They had been around for a while, seen his changes and was the comfortable option. But this someone now was not the someone they were before, and he wondered about this possible someone. I don’t think he knew just yet why, but this possible someone was something more, and made as much sense in his mind, I suppose.
She felt so pathetic, wanting this no one who had someone, but couldn’t shake this feeling from her mind. What could she do? Nothing. And he, he felt just as bad for wanting two someone’s, but couldn’t make sense of it in his mind. What could he do? Everything.
Each no one had someone, and this someone had no one.
How tragic it is to feel, they thought. But each word escaped their lips silently, and their chances ceased.
A Series of Observations 