A Moment in Time

“You’re fatalistic.” 

“I am. I give it four months.” 

We are both blinded by pride, scarred by our pasts. 

I wasn’t meant to love you the way I do. There is a feeling of surrealism about the whole situation, that you could not possibly be mine to love. We were meant to be transient, temporary, a moment in time. 

There are too many references to endings, too many conversations that skirt around the issue of any future at all. 

I know that I wasn’t mean to love you. 

But I do. 

And for the moment, you’re mine to love.