time travel

i write because i want to remember and because words hold more truths than memories sometimes. i do take photos but i still write because there are times i can't fathom how a picture never change but the people in it do. maybe one day, when i no longer have time to write, i will check on this blog, read my posts about how distance separates me from my loved ones, how forever turns into a few short months that i'd do almost anything to get back. how people make promises despite knowing how common it is for promises to be broken. i will read all my writings, and let my thoughts travel into time. i will simply smile and dwell "gosh, how silly i was".

i envisage when i'm at my 20 something or at my 30s, i will lay on my bed cuddling with my husband, then i'll type the address of this blog, and read my writings which mostly about.....love. then the person i'm writing about on my posts will kiss my forehead and say "i still feel the same way we felt 10/15 years ago". imaginations keep me wishing for things to turn out this perfect. where i'll spend the rest of my life still with the same person i'm loving now, letting our expectations and dreams about the future become our routines.

see? this is what i love by just typing some words and wrap them into a post. i could spread my thoughts and let them transpierce the time. when my future become my present, i will recall everything just by reading my babbles on this blog.