Am I naive to expect things to stay the way they are? Must things change, must people move, can’t we all grow old together? Must we all seek after our own paths; can’t we work tirelessly for the good of the other person, and in doing so be ministered by each other? Can’t we love as purely and as deeply as our hearts can ever stretch, without questions of ulterior motives and ignoble intentions?
I just want to be the catcher in the rye.
I’m hopelessly in love with the magic of every moment I’ve ever lived, holding on to the hope that these moments and their magic would tarry a little longer.
Maybe forever is long enough for me to drink deep of its waters and have a deeper understanding of what living is, rather than the cloak and dagger brushes with an emotional reality barely touched.