text: Times passed. He still looks very much the same. You look at your wrinkled hands, and sigh down. The breath leaves you in an instant and you feel like you are going to choke. Because it's too much. You've grown old. He hasn't. And then. You know this because the boy you see out the window that comes everyday is still bringing flowers, and he hasn't shrunk in stature at all. His spine hasn't curved, he hasn't bent over, he's bending over bringing the flowers, *though*. And you know your heart beats everytimes he does. You know you still love him. You know you still care. *You*. *You*. *You*. But times changed. You know you're not that girl anymore. Wicked old thing, life itself had granted your mortality and not the boy. You would have grown old together, and you still wonder- what is he, an *immortal*? The boy doesn't tell you in your imagination, nor even if you ask. Then you think, what can I do for the boy? I've grown old and he'll lose one *more* friend in the world. And you know this, because *you've* seen it all. Growing up, except time is on a loop and you know you're going to lose everything you've just gained because you aren't growing old at all. May death do us apart, death keep us together. Far apart, but still close together. Then you look away from the frame and gasp at the flowers on the tabletop. You've *forgotten* all about it. This was the recently placed one. You always left them alone, but this was the one that got *through*. You've been diagnosed with repeated amnesia, you'll forget everything in a while. But not your job. It was a raining day when you first met him. The rain was pouring down *hard* and you couldn't bear with the trickles that went down your spine so you looked around for a jacket to be lent to you. You were an *arrogant* woman back then. A fool- a psychologist. A boy took it up himself and places his jacket on you and you said thanks, bade the boy farewell, and kept on walking. You'll *never* forget his face, because he lives right next to you somewhere over the earth. Then the world suddenly takes a beat. Like a heavy drape that closets over you in a mere second. "*Ugh.*" Your heart begins to stop. The straight-forward world suddenly seems like amnesia an amnesia in torment phase and you slowly forget what's happening. The world around you doesn't appear to change in logic, but you seem to be the one that's changing. You clutch to something that you can hold on, but you clutch on to thin air. The boy appears next to you. He is smiling down at you. You only repeat it with a grin. And then you pass away. Then you remember how much you love him a lot and that he'll go be far away. Ever again, in heart.