Because we do not know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexaustable well. But everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many times will you remember a certain moment of your childhood that is do deeply a part of your being that you cannot even concieve of your life without it? Perhaps four, five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.
And no, it doesn't mean i'm glad that our relationship ended. I do miss you. I miss being with you.
We need to talk.
i need to count more things