Sooner or later, that moment will come.

Sometimes i’m afraid to tell you to take it slow, because it felt like i won’t be having enough time. Maybe not as much as i wish it was to be, the least. Having to wake up, i put the truth at the back of my mind. Pretending the whole time that we’re together. We’ve talked about it, we know that moment will come, when we both will have to face the truth. I can’t help but to hide my face when you text on the phone, pretend not to hear when you’re on the phone, ignore the message on the net. I know you’re not mine.

I probably felt this before, looking at you from afar, and all you and i could say to each other, without saying a word, is just sorry.

For the time i have now, although it drops like the november rain, i’ll make it worthwhile. Worth living. Worth watching. and worth keeping. I know i don’t have much time.

You probably wouldn’t know, but if you do, make it worthwhile as well. You deserve no less, but the best of me. And when that moment comes, when you ask me how am i doing, i’ll say i’m fine. Yea, i’m lying.

-Hearts of clay.