I wasn't ready. Neither of us were. But if we waited, we would never get ready.
So on this, our last day together, we desperately tried not to focus on the goodbyes to be said so soon in the future.
With every sliver of imagination left in us, we imagine ourselves as kids. We act like the kids we knew each other as and talk as though we had no cares. In thus a manner the trees fly past us as we run around, knowing only things for the present. Grass, flowers, water. Leaves and laughter.
Time comes. Thousands of words scream to be spoken, but the only thing either of us say is, "Bye!"
YOU ARE READING
Nothing
RandomNot out of boredom. It's the little things that interest me and spark my imagination.
