We were

Those were truly the days in which we were.


The scary thing is that it doesn't feel as if much time has passed.
- Time is the thing that scares me most of all. Uncontrollable, cruel, a roaring tsunami; yet occasionally merciful. Taking away things we never thought we'd lose.
Time.

We were.
Now - our houses vacant . The words in which we found comfort are dusty and old... and some even strange to us. Others simply come untrue. - Is. Will. We, now, love. - When.
No more messages of procrastination, moving pictures of smiles and silly, nighttime chats and comfort in being only words away from one another.
We have grown old. Lost the time on our hands, while propelling forward in two dimensions.
One has to give for the other.


What does the future hold for us?
For them?


For me?