Day after day
My days could be numbered, I could be living in a dying body but I’ve learn not to dwell on things that I can’t make change to it, when I can to other things in life.
The last thing I could be fighting for, is the love of my life. I might be the last stretch of my life. Every night, I ask myself; ‘If I die, maybe god have other plans for her.’ Technically, I don’t really know what comes next in my life. I’m not someone who plans things out, I’m more of an opportunist, who takes chances when I had them.
What come may?
I spend my days, the best I could, trying to make things right again. It’s really hard, god knows I tried. Slowly but surely, when my time comes, everything would be perfect, and with a tap to the top-hat, I’d be gone forever.
I never understood, ‘You never know how much you love a person until you see them go’ and ‘Live your life to the fullest’ until recently. All of as sudden, the urge of counting my seconds, experiencing thousands of feelings in a short period of time is happening to me and not forgetting, loving my princess more than ever, ever, ever.
If I got to go, promise me you’ll go away, I’d leave something behind for you, that would always stay.
