Here we go again. Closure.
Sudden passing of time. The creeps.
My time problem.
Rust or lust?
My time machine has broken down.
Weird dream. In which I was stuck in the past and everyone else could return to their present. I'm scared of the passing of time and yet I'm curious:
what could possibly await?
A set of new challenges, new contacts, new places...new me.
Here I am and this is who I was fot the last 100 days.
Let's stop making promises. They are worthless. There is no such thing as forever.
I accept these changes and I won't remain here, grasping on a promise.
"She remembered the hellos, and she remembered the good-byes even more. End-of-summer tradition dictated that whoever was last to leave the island saluted departing friends by jumping into the water as the good-bye ferry pulled away."
(The last summer of you and I - Ann Brashares )