Every relationship has at least one really good day. What I mean is, no matter how sour things go, there’s always that day. That day is always in your possession. That’s the day you remember. You get old and you think: well, at least I had that day. It happened once. You think all the variables might just line up again. But they don’t. Not always.

I had that day yesterday, I had that day the day before. Every day with you is better than the last. And i find hoping beyond hope within myself that you can be the one I love forever. But to even think of it as more than a translucent hope scares me.

Nothing is permanent. If I could I would let my love for you burn a hole in time so it echoes down the ages.