The thing about forever is that you are not supposed to be able to change it.
You’re not Jesus or anyone else who is rumoured to have that power.
But when you promise someone forever, you are promising someone your future in spite of the change.
That means whether or not they forget your anniversary and really, really, hate Michael Jackson, which, by the way, is a deal breaker, IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING.
I wonder if people think about what would happen after they say ‘I can’t live without you!’ then they have to live without them. Of course you can live without someone. You just don’t want to have to make that choice. Life is very rude. It forces you to live. The sun will still rise and set even after you’re still trying to pick up pieces of yourself off a dirt floor. It rises and sets for all men, and waits for none.
That’s what scares me. Forever is a long time. Things change. I could change. You could stop loving me, when I have already said the words ‘I can’t live without you!’ Needing someone that much scares the beejeezus out of me.
I could become paralyzed from the waist down and you could have to push me around for the rest of our waking lives in a wheelchair. Would I still be me? Would I beg you to never leave me, especially now? Would you still stay?