did i even ever arrive ?

I cannot stop writing about you

You are like those never ending melancholia in Adele's album

So good it keep on looping in my head

I wish we never met. Knowing this as the aftermath

I cannot stop writing about you

And thinking how part of who I am today was because all those wasted chances I had on you

But I feel like , I really do feel like I had given it all

Am I wasting my chances on you ?

Or did I really ever have all the chances ?