A look into the future

by victoryskunkhand

He told me he wished he could see the future. I told him to pretend he could. “Look,” I said, “what do you see?”

“Me and you.” 

That’s what he said. 

He said one night that he wished he was with me right then. “Right now?”


“And what would you do if you were here, right now?”

“Not let go.” Come on guys, I’m not makin this stuff up, he said that!

“ever?”  I asked.

“I don’t want to.”

For real y’all, I’m not makin this up, and there’s more too, but I won’t bore you with all that. See, last night was really hard trying to figure out what the right thing to do is, ya know? And so I’m tired. And so I’ll tell you more later. Cause I know you really do wanna hear this kinda stuff, cause it only happens in movies and fairy tales, and this isn’t a movie so it must be the latter. And I’m totally cool with that.

Oh and when we looked into “the future” we were walking somewhere. By a lake. It was calm and dark and warm and there were flowers and a house and…well it was awful beautiful, with the starts shining off the lake and all. And, well…maybe we were only pretending, but that has always been my favorite thing to do anyhow.