when chances bring you up till the edge.

third week.
can't say how much faster this will go.
it's already the 19th of the first month,
10 days till the next, 7 months to the exam.

somehow i feel, if things go really fast,
would you even remember the past?
this is really scary. i wouldn't want to forget every moment,
those few seconds of merriment, minutes that ticked by.
can you believe after all this, you'd never see each other again till who knows when?

i couldn't ask for more.
or talk.

of keepsakes, memories, unwritten scripts, best kept secrets, unbearable truths and unfinished wishlists.

i'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by.