“I like the way you make me laugh”, you said, and “Can we keep laughing, together, forever?”, I heard.

And ironically, all I can do is laugh at how incredibly idiotic we were, to love each other, how big of a folly it was to declare our love permanent, to reckon that our souls were bound by links unbreakable. We ignored how time changed minds and minds changed the people we were. Time, precious time. Maybe that’s what we needed, that’s what we lacked.

We forgot how it meant nothing, that we were with each other when crowded streets felt lonely. They say we should always be hopeful, but look where our hopes have got us. We achieved all the material joys we coveted, yet we lost what we held in infinite esteem.

Can you still gaze back into the past and see those two teenagers promising their life to each other? Do you see the happiness that our current versions would be bitterly envious of?

Even now, five years after we last had a real conversation, I implore the gods for another chance – another lifetime where the dreams we built together did not fall apart but withstood all the challenges of time. A lifetime where we died hand in hand, not dreading oblivion but treating it as the testimony to our eternal oneness. And I will keep doing so, as long as memories of you are kept alive by starry moonlit nights, rosy dawns and calm, foamy waves.

I wonder whether I can say the same about you.

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