i think i spent so much time looking forward to the next time i’d see you, wishing our time together could last forever, convincing myself that we had all the time in the world

i forgot to prepare for when we’d have no time left at all.

it’s those times when you tell yourself you’ve got nothing but time

that you find, shockingly, you never really have any at all.

i feel like i rushed things.

i feel like i’ve forgotten to savor

you that i’ve forgotten to be grateful for

you that i forgot to write and think and just got used to your presence, your touch, your good morning texts and the shape of your name in my phone that now i’m left

dumbfounded.

and honestly, i’m not really sure it’s even that unpleasant.

but moving forward, i hope i remember time is fleeting.

love is fleeting.

even people

all of them

are fleeting.

until next time, when i’ll remember to treasure you, i’ll remember to love you memorably and deeply, and i won’t be suffering from whiplash at the end of it all.

it’s time.