Now and then

Time didn’t exist with you, instead we lived moment to moment without being confined by the edges of the hour. There were lifetimes in the seconds spent wrapped around each others fingers and their permanence seemed to linger as we forgot to watch the clock, but when I remember, I am reminded of all we are not. We are not the forever served on a silver platter, we are the nows that we choose not to let go of even when accompanied by their problems and perhaps we’ve been too naive to solve them, but still we cling to their certainty, to the reality where you and me make it past our point of no return, to the future that only exists in fairytales because it will forever be a fantasy found in my dreams. I dream to wake to your reality, where we exist indecently intertwined ignoring all of the warning signs that our time is running out. Because with us, like with anything that lies beyond what we can fully comprehend, we were destined to be misunderstood, so we pretend we don’t understand that there are only so many seconds to an hour or so many hours to a day. We pretend so we can have a forever, even if it only fits into our now.