And then we sing of happily ever after, together, even when we know that growing old will make us drift apart instead. I hold your hands above my chest, whispering the promise of eternity; of never-missed calls, long letters, invitations to each other’s wedding, party to celebrate the birthday of one another’s children, even company in long retirement.
Your eyes see us, in the future, side by side. But I dream of a never-ending journey to countries I’ve never been before and the solitude that tries to mask my own insecurities. Your eyes see our friendship blooming even until the after-life; I am more concerned with the way my heart does not want to settle in one place only.
You wish for a forever, but I apologize in silence, knowing that I’m not a friend of forever.
Sragen, November 18th, 2020