Oh when you wake up next to him, in the middle of the night.

There's a decision which Kafka made, a choice that will forever alter what could have been. To be engaged with a man that she thought she loves. All is well at first, and all is good. She felt as if she was at bliss, at peace and harmony with the love of her life.

With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife.

But that was until everything became similar into... a day to day cycle. As if the life that she has with him is just a loop. Things which happens between him and her had all become too usual, to the point where even the newer things she has with him— are nothing but the standard she will have to own up to. The feeling of 'love' which became a standstill.

And when you think about me, all of those years ago. You're standing face to face with 'I told you so'.

That was when you started to return to her mind. A girl whom she met back at Astral Express, the same girl who was at her own throat. At first, you hated her, but with a sophisticated twist of fate and emotions, resentment turned into interest— and interest turned into love. And you find each other longing for one another's love. All that to be ruined by the conflict within her mind by a man whom she thought she loves. Under the pretense of heterosexuality.

You know I hate to say 'I told you so'.

And now, she currently finds herself. Frantically stepping her way through a bundle of crowds. To find the girl she has always longed for, whom she missed after all the years of no contact— years after you and her had severed ties from one another. But her thoughts spiraled into a hundred, after she caught a glimpse of you. Who will now depart away from her sight.

You know I hate to say but.. I told you so!

With a glance you gave her, a saddened smile would curve over your lips. You looked as modest and beautiful as ever, as if years hadn't passed by. Except that the way you smiled at her wasn't for the same purpose at all, it was for a parting goodbye.