I’ve beg for them!
All those beautiful memories, moments of pure tranquility. Those times when past and future were forgotten and only the present, in which were so content, was all that mattered. And now I fear for the future and dwell over the past. I never realized time would pass so quickly and now with only months left till we part ways, I am divided within. We will both begin new lives, apart from each other. You say you understand and fear to, but In the end you don’t even know how much I’m lost. And when I look at you with passion, somehow I feel the inevitable creep upon me. Someday, not to far In the future, you will no longer look back with love in your heart.
Is this the end of a beginning?
The beginning of the end?