thelenemachine:

The clock talked loud. I threw it away because it scared me what it talked. Truthfully, I am here today wondering about tomorrow, and I fear that one day there will be nothing of us. Like you said before, I no more than wish to have met you in the future when we are done with exploration, and settlement is competent. But let us face it. Our goals are different. We strive in a contrastive direction. We are growing up, finding our path to our coming times. And possibilities will occur to be with or without each other. Time will compel a separation. It will no longer be different schools; it’ll eventually become different cities. Everyday’s personal contacting will lessen in small hours—possibly minutes. Our everyday embrace will be exclusively on holidays. Feelings will diminish. Sooner or later, we’ll meet other people. Then that will be the day when there is no longer the bliss we persisted in having. It will just be dead and gone. I don’t intend to think negatively; I am scared of what lies ahead. Not that I’ll be useless without you (I’ll surely be fine), but if I already have something tremendously great, how could I surpass betterment? I just want to freeze time for a moment—soak in the sun or moon shining through your window, lie in bed with you, and talk about every bit of everything in this world. But it’s impossible… Time will have its tomorrow regardless. And we will be stuck in the zone of normalcy, but move in time of gaining and losing. Yesterday is like a canceled check; tomorrow is a promissory note; today is the only cash I have—so I’ll spend it wisely.

(via thinnktwice)