Forever

I'm a passionate, over thinker.

As I was jostled back and forth in the subway car this morning, travelling from Yonge to High Park, I let my mind wander.

I once gave a gift to someone who at the time meant the world to me. Yes, my world at this time consisted of 900 people, four classes per semester and daily lunch breaks. Highschool was an interesting time for me and he was there with me the whole way through.

He'd never owned his own Swiss Army Knife. So, for a special occasion I bought him his own with all the trimmings.

I had the blade engraved, 'Forever'. I explained to him when he opened it that it meant that we might not always be together the way we were right at that very moment. But, that we would always have our friendship and our history together.

Today, we speak occasionally and it's generally a brief, friendly exchange. But, it's not as I thought it would be at the time of the gift.

So, now when I say, 'Forever' what I really mean to say is, ' No matter what, I'll remember you forever'.

I have someone new in my life and he too has his own history, which at times can be hard to accept because I'm not apart of it (This is only a problem because at times I'm extremely immature). But, I'm apart of his present and together we'll create our own history.