Shooting stars

Sad, isn't it? That a supposed to be good story would end just like that. How two paths could easily diverge from each other just because one or both were just too profound, or too mysterious to take in. Or even too proud to understand.

It's sad when we ignore the possibility of a wonderful picture just because one little speck of colorless streak of miscommunication happen to smear the still unfolding canvass, not realizing the fact that masterpieces are born not out of perfection but by deliberate and gentle acceptance of imperfections and then have the grace to move ahead.

But maybe we're just one good story that is never meant to happen? Maybe our lives are just too colorful, too intense for each other to be able to connect?

Or maybe we were just two stars that glimmered too brightly against each other, and had collided for one brief sparkling moment and then gone?