Future Regrets

I hope to get over this phase soon. For now I do not want to be bothered.
I will cry as much as I want to until it is all cleared out

I pray that I could shed the thoughts inside my head that, “We could have been good together.”

Why it could not be me?
Why it isn’t me?
Why the love couldn’t be for me?

Because it is just isn’t. Self-explanatory.