i miss you

Life is much too short. We know that every time we see little boys and girls running around, giggling, as if the clouds had not found their skies yet. In their world, the sun still shines, bright, without interruption. We look back and feel regret. We promise we would take it all back upon a sliver of a chance. We promise that we would laugh harder, that we would know how lucky we are to laugh. We want to hold onto those moments, just as a mother wants to hold onto her child in her death bed. But what for, my love? What reason will you give for stopping time? We came into this world not knowing why, and we will leave not knowing what will come next. Yet we so dearly hold onto something that we never fully grasped.

If you are alive, if you are lucky enough to be here, then realize how lucky you are to laugh. Hug your mother, sing, jump off a plane, but don’t look back and miss. We don’t have time to miss.