Expiration Date

The thing about us humans and interacting with one another, I always think of us as something with an expiration date. We're like canned food waiting to turn bad, and while it's edible, you cherish every moment.

And that's always been me, appreciating, savoring, every happy moments I have with someone, something. I feel like there's always an end to every relationship I have and all this while I've been proving myself right. I usually like it when I'm right but not in this case.

One moment I'm living in the moment with someone. Capturing smiles and laughters, sharing inside jokes, having the time of my fucking life and before i know it, i'm looking back it, thinking of what the what if's.

Then there's you, right now, the present. Every time things go slightly wrong, i think to myself, "This is it, this is where we end." but thank god things get right again. A huge part of me is relieved and grateful because the high heavens hear me pray for us but i'd be lying if the voices in my head aren't telling me that i'm just fooling myself.

I go to sleep at night hoping to god just one more day. Let us survive just one more day, and the day after that, and the day after that, and hopefully forever.

but every good things must come to end and so i guess the question i ask myself everyday would be, when's our expiration date?