I see you talking with her hands, well I don’t think she knows how she changed all my plans.
The things that I thought would last
Well they’re fading, they’re fading
The feelings I used to have
Well, they’re changing, they’re changing.
Wasted Time, by Vance Joy.
Are they changing? Are they fading? Am I just dust and sand, and the times we had have been covered over? Will you say this to me one day down the road, are you actually trying to make yourself feel this way just so it’ll make everything better?
This life is too short to hold onto the past, as if it will walk through the door again. Look forward and hope that an individual in the same mindset catches your eyes. It’s faith without a denomination or a god.