To him, the waves (Poetry and Prose)

The Future

I'm scared of the fact that one day, we'll have our last smiles, last laughs, and last talk together. That one day I'll have to go, far far away. I'm scared that one day we'll have to part ways to fill the paths in store for us. I hate the fact that a day will come when we'll have to let go, because we both know it's not meant to be. I don't want a time to come where we will grow up and forget about the beautiful memories we've made. I'm scared that one day, we will meet new people, and fall inlove with them. I'm scared that one day, I'll lose you. I'm scared that one day, those late night talks and soft smiles will be gone too. It fucking scares me. I'm afraid that one day, we'll come across each other, and I would barely recognize you. Maybe one day, we will be in a reunion, and I would see you as a happily married man with his beautiful wife and children. Maybe one day, we'll find out we weren't for each other, maybe, one day, you'll see .e as a highschool sweetheart who was too scared to tell you she loves you. Maybe one day, I'll turn into a mere chapter in your book, a nostalgia of feelings, a remambrance of brief joy and tears.