Future
Dear future, It's ironic how I am writing to you in the present. And it's further more ironic how your fear made me do things I was not supposed to do in the past, or rather, not do the things I was supposed to do. It's too complicated. You had promised me the better you. You had promised me the forever you. And that small heaven when things were going just my way. And then, life happened. You know better than me how you are connected to life, but you should be you. Why interfere in someone's present to make the past remorseful? Do you include imaginations within you? I always wanted someone to answer. And since I am busy living my present, creating the mountain of memories of the past, I thought it'd be better if I ask you. If yes you include them, why do some of the imaginations don't ever happen? And if you don't, they must be past, right? Because, we are too coward to let them sneak into our minds again, huh? You there with me? As I write this, I...