You die in time to realize somethings aren’t worthwhile.

I told you I loved you, but I said it a little too late. You move in time and sometimes our timing is against one another.

We’re meant for each other for a moment, but no one knows how long the moment lasts except the moment itself.

Time never touched you. It touched me and then I seemed to regret everything. Your hair in my face, eyes in my mind, a darkness I found in you. But you don’t regret. You hold within. You feel in memory because love lost is still a love once had. You remember passion, conversations over dinner, moments interwoven before each other. We die to live, not die to cry over memories which don’t last our expected timeframe.

May you suffer enough tragedy to gain a vast knowledge and understanding of life.