Heavy boots

How do you ever tell someone you love that you love them?

Relationships are so fragile.
Feelings are so fragile.
People are so fragile.

How do you say goodbye?
We never know when the last time is the last time. At least never at times when we need to. We don't realise that we should never let her leave, knowing the last words she heard from your lips were filled with anger. We don't realise the last time we say goodbye, would be the last goodbye. To never meet again. In the hearts of our hearts, a foolish voice tells us we are the keeper of time, and we will have other nights.
Foolish.

Why do we hurt each other?
How could you. When others are searching high and low for love, some living their very last breath without having known it. How could you forsake that beauty for such evil that does not matter. We have no need for regrets, we have no need for sad tears. What we have today, will not always be today. Every second, something is changing. This universe is ever expanding. Every second, something is dying. A laughter, a baby, a memory, a moment. If we took all the hurt in this world, it would drown the Pacific Ocean.
Why do we hurt each other?


To not cherish every moment we're living. To not live each breath with the knowledge that it could be our last.
To not apologise soon enough. Forgive even faster. To not love hard enough, to ever hate another.
For letting anger have a part in our relationships. For not telling her how beautiful she looks every morning.

How have I been able to live 22 years without realising this?

There is never a blank book long enough, or time for forever. Later will always be later. Just now just passed. There is only now. And now. And now.

It's always necessary.