Days grow shorter as we near the end, and my resilience grows weaker and weaker as hours turn into minutes, as minutes turn into seconds, as night inches into dawn. Time was never the issue with us, as our stories have been. We never had moments, but continuity.
Truth be told, I never began with you, it was always someone else. We got lost somewhere in the middle, and we began again, to pick up where we left off. I don’t know whether it’s you I’ll see at the end, but well, we’ll always have our middle ground–in between what is and what could have been.