Time moves swiftly, coursing through days, months, years. First, I am in the moment. I hold onto it tightly, like I hold onto you. But just like the quickness, I lose the moment, I lose you, and everything slips through my fingers. I scare myself into thinking that you will leave in a couple of months and you will forget about moments. Moments I cherish for me. You don’t have to do so.
Despite the non-commitment and the relative closeness that we have, I will miss you.