I write this because I want to show
that I am aware of the courses ran by any relationship.
I stay realistic that some day everything will stop working out.
One day we’ll realize that we can no longer keep up with each other.
That maybe we will grow apart.
One of these days, I’ll cry my heart out because it’s stupid and it’s futile. The time wasted on each other is a regret that you knew you were giving up.
Some day we might be over. This shit scares me for a fact.
But know that today, I love you more than anything I’ve ever had.
No matter how this ends, meeting someone like you makes me glad.