If I offered the chance to have you dig through my deepest thoughts and stories, how fast would you do it? Not how fast would you take me but how patient would you be to witness my life adjusting to what once seemed realistically in-congruent to my perspective. How much it would take you for me to introduce you to my weak spots and about everything you can easily do to destroy me. I am not self-absorbed, I only carry scars I would rather not talk about but show you by reactions on what you do, therefore I’ll lead by examples and throwing puzzles you’ll have to figure out on your own. I never play hard to get, I just easily lose interest and set the distance without a single thought of it. I’m not asking for a soul-mate, hardly a wife, but a mere request for you to be patient with how much you decided to invest in me, in us. If you can do as I insist then I will thank you with folds and folds of what you originally had put in. This is how I turned out, its ugly but that is something we’ll both learn to love. With all that I refuse to show you at once, would you patiently take that chance?
There isn’t much of me to presently offer but these wings of potential, open your arms and you can have it.
With each instant, each breath, each thought, dies a period of your life that can never be taken back. And while that period dies, a new one is born, and so on and so forth. Life is compiled of this infinite cycle of moments expiring and moments beginning. Each second that passes by is a memory that can’t be relived and/or replicated. Even now, as you’re reading this, that was just a memory that was created. And it’s mind fucking how with each second and moment, that’s the youngest you’ll ever be, and how the only time you really have is the present because within the next second, you’ll change.
Time allows us leniency. It allows us time to be slothful and neglectful because we think we’re granted so much of it. Hell, it’s the one interminable thing in our lives. But truth is, it’s not eternal. It doesn’t last forever. Because it doesn’t stop. It never repeats itself. It continues, and continues, and continues. And as it proceeds, if you remain in the past and don’t look to the present and the future, the more moments you’ll lose and the more the moments will slip from your hands.
Every moment in your life, for as long as you exist, is an opportunity waiting to be taken. Don’t let it go to waste.
It kind of upsets me that we no longer acknowledge each other’s existence. We went from being friends to strangers with memories. I hate that whenever we bump into each other in real life, we don’t greet each other the same way we used to. I remembered when you would always tell me jokes in the hallway in middle school and make silly bets during gym class. It sucks how relationships can drastically ruin a friendship after it’s over. We held a good friendship amongst us before all of this and it’s sad that we just threw it all away. I just hope that one day when we cross each other or when we meet again, we would be able to at least hold a casual conversation together without the awkward tension between us.