Time

Time is a funny thing, how it passes right through your fingertips. What are you going to spend the next 100 days doing? The next 400? It's amusing where life takes you, when you make so many plans that get forgotten. What happened to true pure innocence? What happened to the love you held so tightly to you? Was it just something of the past, or something more? Everyday is what I promised, everyday I said I would be there for you. But it seems the path less traveled is the longest one as well. I miss you, with so much passion I could set the world ablaze, although it wouldn't compare to the amount of feeling attached to an idea so simple. That life was supposed to happen, and to grow, you have to learn. I had never really understood the different between life and death, I mean, yes you are breathing, but who says you're not after you're long gone? Who says anything you have ever been told is true? And why is it important to you? As the past my, I like to close my eyes from time to time and draw back memories from our past. All I search for your face thoughts jump by of kissing you in the rain, of riding my bike at 3 in the morning, of crawling through your window and kissing you before I slept. I can still bring up walking in silence with you to the movie store, and when I saw you for the first time in quite a while. The relief of being in your presence, I never quite understood. Why could one person so much to me? And even after years upon years of trying to understand why, I no longer need to. I understand how we are who we are today. And I understand that tomorrow, We will be better.