running with scissors

I waited, despite the fact that certain circumstances did not allow me to carry on with.. well, anything. The only thing I was capable of doing was to hope and pray. That's what people do when they want something they think is impossible to get right? The final outcome would either be of the two; you achieve your dream or you don't, because perhaps, it is never meant to be yours in the first place. But along the way, months of observation had me convinced that no, the dream I was longing for was out of reach. I was wrong. Damn wrong. But nothing can be done as of now. My current belief is that, that period of time has been swept under the rug. It's locked away in a box and the key's nowhere to be found. However, in hindsight, I should have probably seen this coming, that is if I were to possess a ridiculously high amount of confidence (and vanity) but I just couldn't picture it to actually come true. Now everything is different, vastly, and I'm not even sure if what had happened was ever real. Because tremendous changes have taken place. My dream is floating away, from one place to another, vigorously and never stopping, while I too am doing the same, though not as rapid. 

What-ifs occupy my mind the past couple of days, but after much thought and consideration, I'm left with only one choice, which is to give up, forget and move on.