She thought about the passage from one life to another. She kept thinking. Will I ever be ready? Will I make it across? Will I chicken out? Will I know when I'm saying goodbye to my old self? Will I look back, still able to see what I left behind?
She tought she would know when it happened. But now, as she saw it, she wondered if it was really all like that at all. Maybe it happened in a million different ways, when you were thinking of it and you weren't. Maybe there was no gap, no jump, no chasm and you didn't forget yourself all at once. Maybe you just looked around one time or another and you saw yourself. Hey. And there you were.

Her surprise was physical. She was astonished, and at the same time she knew. There were many things in life like that, you couldn't imagine it, and then it happened and you couldn't really imagine it hadn't.
She tried to clamp down, to steady her heart. Not to feel or think to much, otherwise she would notice.
She was tired. Her legs began to ache. She kept her eyes straight ahead and she let herself into the hause and went right to her room. Her brain seemed to process slowly and unwillingly, yet it would not ler her go. She cast a look towards the door, not quite able to help herself.

Not all relationships are meant to last forever. Even if you are in love. Even if you never loved someone as you do. Some love stories are short stories. But they are love stories all the same and it doesn't mean they are any easier to let go. It's all about not loving someone, but knowing you will always will.

Remember me smiling. I don't want to be a sad memory.
Love me in the dark, whenever you cannot sleep.
Miss me, sometimes..
.. Until "someday".