Tell me the end. When you die, do you suddenly understand time? Do you find out what you were supposed to do? Or is everything you do, what you’re supposed to do? Is it naive of me to believe I can love one person for my entire life? Am I actually missing out if it makes me happy? What if I don’t want to search my whole life? I don’t want to make the mistake that I chose the wrong person, or let “the one” go. Or maybe, “the one” is on the other side of the globe, and I never knew, living my life with the person I thought I loved the most or made me the happiest, when the real “one” could be on another continent, not even speak my language? But these thoughts all feel wrong to me. I feel like I know the truth, although the entire world, and even you are telling me I’m wrong. I can be happy just loving you. My path is clear, and I am confident in who I am and who I will become… but I want you with me. It is both a blessing and a curse that we met so young. Youg love is tainted by time, and pulled apart by societal pressure. Why do we allow the opinions of so many others who don’t even care about us influence the way we love? The uncertainty of time has always put a distance between us, limited our love. When can we just love? Openly, with no fear? Will we ever get that chance? Is your ghost meant to live with me for the rest of my life? I can learn to live without you, but I can never learn how to not love you. So in the end, when my body perishes, and my soul flies free… will I know? Is it our bodies that prevent us from allowing our soul to love to our full capacity?