Where the truth about forever lies.
A person once said the truth about forever is found in the living.
The rain fell, that was all it took for everyone on the streets to set out running, seeking the comfort of the comfortable. Everyone but the man so far past recognition no one knew him. The story of his life etched on his face, a sad acceptance. His eyes closed, remembering.
Maybe the truth to forever was in the memories we make.
Nervousness was a feeling she was fairly used to and she recognized it as the feeling lodged itself in the pit of her stomach. Her name was called, this was it she was ready. Ready to graduate, ready to change, ready to grow.
Or maybe the truth was found in the people we become.
The sister of the bride-to-be sat in the car waiting, as the couple stood together their eyes locked on the house, anticipation coursing through them. Even when the clouds stood in front of the sun they didn't move. They just stood, envisioning.
Maybe forever was in the places we made ours.
Smiling at all the people the girl knew she made her way to her table. There was no need to even glance at the menu it was committed to memory. She knew what she wanted to order, the same thing she had ordered everyday for the last two years.
Maybe forever was in the places we kept coming back to.
She walked up to the door that she knew her best friend was waiting behind. The house didn't seem to have changed at all even though age was beginning to overtake it. The paint now faded and the grass a different shade of green. She still saw it the way it had been throughout her childhood. Another version of home.
Or maybe the key to forever was in the place that still looked the same, even when everything else has changed.
They passed the house on the street where she lived. The place that she longed to return to throughout the day. The place that held the things she didn't have the heart to throw away. The place where she was always accepted, the place where her family sat.
Maybe forever was in the people who make us feel like we belong. Or perhaps just in the places where we longed to be.
The jet lag was weighing him down but he couldn't sleep yet. He knocked on the door and was nearly knocked off his feet. Arms encircling him as excited family members greeted him. He saw his niece and her best friend laughing. Their hair was cut differently and they where taller but somehow they looked the same as always. He smiled.
Maybe the truth was in the fact that you could leave and have everything change and look different but have the people you were returning to, more or less how you remembered them.
The best friends walked, stopping when they reached the apartment they would call their own. Standing outside their door, they used the key for the very first time. The door swung open and they were surrounded by possibility, almost touchable in the air. Side by side they sat watching as their home took shape before their eyes and their worlds expanded, becoming bigger as they did. Their truth to forever was found in the heart.
Someone else once said the truth about forever was found in the loving.
By Mikayla Wills.