"In time her death will be a mystery, even to me."

These words from the movie 'Secret Window' ring true in my life.

No, I am not talking about my mother, I am talking about someone else I love. In time I will learn not to love them, and he will outgrow me and our suffering will end. In time, all of our past love will become simply that, just history. We will remember it like we remember our sixth birthday, fondly, but broken and chopped up into bits that can hardly put back together in our memory. We will not yearn for it as we do now, but instead go onto other misadventures. Other birthday parties to celebrate.

In time, I will no longer backslide, and we will be apart forever.

For now, I wait for that day.