Constant?Consistent?Change.

I guess you never really know. 

You never know when the time will be right

You never get the same moment twice

But somehow when things fall into the place the way they seem to inevitably do

It makes all the bad times seem like distant memories

Even the ones that were the present not so long ago

I won’t say it’s easy to forgive and forget the difficult times that make us who we are-that made me who I am

To be honest, I’m not sure you ever forget them

In fact, I think about him even when I’m trying not to

I try to picture a future without him

and I can at first

but I constantly find myself comparing it to life with him

and the life we had planned to live together

I have come to realize that plans change

In fact, change is the only thing in this world that is consistent.