Whoever comes are the right people

We had this thing called a pseudo-relationship. At least, that's what I thought. It was years ago, and I mourned over the loss of what could have been saved. I tried. I failed. He left, or maybe he never really stayed at all. I stood there, and never glanced to any other direction, only at those trails of what's left behind. I wished memories could be frozen, and replayed over and over until it's no more than just a repetition of what was supposed to be special. That way it won't hurt too much.

But he came to rebuild me. He, who loved me at my worst. He, who loved me without condition, traded all priorities, only to drag me from the feeling of being sidelined. And he, who was the complete opposite of him. He, who had a past I can never accept. How can you possibly be rebuilt, if you're being shattered in the process?