“I’ll lend you for a while a child of mine,” He said.

“For you to love the while he lives and mourn for when he’s dead.

It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,

But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?”

Edgar Guest

I thought I had more time. You were supposed to be here forever. After all, forever never ever runs out, right! Right?

I thought I had more time. Time to tell you all the things I have lying on the tip of my tongue. The love, the heartbreak, the fun and the excitement.

I thought I had more time. Do you remember us eating spaghetti & tomato sauce outside on the patio? Because, eating them inside, dressed in something more than a bikini, was just too mainstream?

I thought I had more time. Thanks for telling me that the dark times will be over eventually. Thanks for making me believe that I just needed to reach out and grab the light.

I thought I had more time. For a thousand more times to tell you that I love you. To tell you that – when I finally grow up – I wish I could have your courage.

But forever does run out.

Opportunities have to make way for cherished memories.

I thought I had more time.