Wrong Person, Write Love.

Prose 043

"They say nothing lasts forever, but they're just scared that it will last longer than they can love it."— Ocean Vuong

I've always seen my future life with you in it— although never outside of the daydream I've let myself play at the back of my mind like an old movie.

I've memorized the details about the people we've become after a couple of years or so; our distinct appearances that were changed by the time we've been together and apart, our voices that have become calmer, and words that have become kinder.

We'll then walk with more confidence for we've finally created a path for ourselves and are no longer searching for a place or people to belong to. We've become more than just a boy and a girl who found love and decided to be together forever, without even thinking of a means to make that promise come true.

We could've become people who fight for what we love and aspire to be; those who'd never let go of something really important thinking that they'll surely find it again somewhere along their way.

We could have been happy together, if we just found each other again.

Maybe sooner or later, we'll forget how close we were to making that daydream real — how close we were to that "forever" we've always wanted.

But I guess, forever's just not meant for us. Perhaps, like other lovers, we're meant to keep us in each other's heart, but no longer in each other's life. Nothing lasts forever, after all.

Or maybe, that's just an excuse.

- Aries Writes