maybe

It disturbs me as a matter of fact it scares me so much, this feeling of uneasiness. It has the same uneasiness of a choice made not whole heartedly. The very choice made so assertively just months back. It troubles me because it was a choice which played out almost perfect, every single minute bit fell into place, and execution was in lack of better words, almost to perfection. Everything was as planned. But here I am, wondering if I should have chosen otherwise. I probably found love the day before I left, I found life before that but I chose career and love came 2 weeks too late for I’ve already decided. Maybe I should not have chosen but really just choose instead?