We are all tiny naive humans.
We think we're going to be one of the few that lives till 90.
We think we have all the time in the world to live on a decided timeline.
3 dates before you are offical,
3 months till you say I love you,
3 years till your engaged.
We are never promised any time.
Who says that we will survive till 23 and get the privilege of a 2nd date?
This could be the last time I ever kiss your face, your brilliant blue eyes closed behind eyelids.
I may never get to tell you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I am only promised right here, right now.
Something could happen to you on the drive home.
I may never wake from my sleep.
Fuck the angel numbers.
Forget the 3 3 3's.
I love you.