The mist starts to form as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon, and I find that I grow fearful as it approaches. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us in as if to prevent escape. Like a rowling cloud, it blankets everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two of us. And when we're finally alone, we wish it could last forever. We both know it won't. Yet still we let ourselves hope even though reality has proven us wrong too many times to count...
It is important to me, that you know who I was, who I am, and who I plan to be. The past is unrecognisable, even for me. The present keeps changing so quicky, I barely have time to live it. And the future is like it always was. A sea of unimaginable circumstances and twists, making sure not a single day in our life is boring. Tonight, we share a sweet embrace for all the moments we can never get back...