Almost.

‎What if our forever ends next week, tomorrow, or a day after a stronger promise than "I'm not going anywhere"? ‎What if I love in vain—again? What if you become one of them, a memory I'll try to forget, a wound neglected on my lower chest, left in its freshness? What if you become a part of a past I'll fight so hard to get rid of? ‎ ‎Some things scare the hope out of me. ‎The taste of this sweet, sweet chapter. ‎But in my story, the sweetest feelings end with not just an equal share of pain but loss of tongue. ‎What if "you and I" is just "you and I"? ‎A lesson yet to be learned or the beginning of a chapter I thought I'd open in your name. ‎What if our forever ends today? So I stay up all night coming up with different ways to move on from someone I promised to move in with. ‎What if I'm trapped in a dream, hoping? ‎~ayee ‎🎀