You never realize it until its too late. No matter what situation you're in, no matter the obstacle or chance, being too late is a human necessity. If every person knew what they wanted when they wanted it, the world would be perfect. The world would be boring. I'm not here to talk about how the human race is walking towards its doom, I'm not here to talk about how badly we've ruined things, or even about the meaning of life. I'm here to make sure that people like me learn to realize opportunity before it becomes the path less traveled.

I love her. To this day, to this minute, to this second, I can believe that love was real. I can have a feeling of freedom just thinking of her, I can close my eyes and smile, I can feel the same butterflies. That is rare. Sometimes, I can feel her next to me, leaning against me, lightly kissing my neck and telling me things will be ok. But with her, things weren't ok. They were magical.

Like I said, we're always too late. I feel the magic, every second I think about her. I pick her favorite flowers and I sing her favorite songs. I keep her with me everywhere I go, even though she isn't there. I write her songs I hope she hears. I know I'll see her soon, but it seems so far away. Life is so short, it'll go by before you know it. Jesus, how many times Ive heard that. But sometimes, you want it to end faster, and other times you try to live to make them proud. But what would they rather?

The ones we've lost, I mean. What would they rather? The brother or sister who passed young, the lover or friend who cut their life short, the parent who left their children behind too early. Would they want us to live our lives to the fullest, dedicating countless achievements and awards to them, or would they want us to give up and come see them now? Who are we to know whats in the afterlife? There could be a whole separate world after death in this one. Who's to say when we go there, that wed meet the one we loved so much in this world? What about heaven? We hold the highest hopes in seeing the ones we've lost after we die, but what if it isn't like that at all? What if we are being mislead by hope?

That's all we really have in the end, though, isn't it? Hope. Hope that things will be ok when it all comes down to it; hope that no matter what, in the end everything will be ok. Our little wish for the gold at the end of the rainbow is all we have. Despite all the pain and all the fear, that there is glorious happiness to make up for what we faced here. I choose to hope. I figure death can't be the end of things. So even if I die, it's not like everyone thinks it is. Whatever happens after this life, I think Ill be ok. And I think I'll be happier, and that's all that really matters anymore.