I often wonder if the faces that appear to me now will appear to me in the future. Most people go their seperate ways and live their lives, they become unaware to what they used to have.

Childhood appears a blessing. Memories enchant me. Time is everything. But I am a ticking bomb the book is about to close. I worry about what is ahead of me. And then it hits me. You're now saying goodbye to those special people. Those people who touched you like no other. Those people who made you laugh until it physically hurt you. And then someone whispers in your ear and says "hold on to those endless times of laughter because that is all you have now and those faces may never appear in your existence again."