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Who wants to live forever?. . .

Dear friend - an open letter to a friend who needs to read this. . . 

There's no time for us
There's no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us?

Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?

We haven't seen each other in a long time and life does that sometimes.  It throws obstacles and other experiences in your paths that take you away from chances to be in each other's presence again.  There are many things that you want to tell me and yet you can't seem to tell me.  Which is funny because further conversations can't really be had until you can tell me about what has happened to you in your past so that I can understand what you are in right now.  There is no specific time for us or no specific place.  We can only grab at chances and opportunities and places that seem to work while we wait for other more acceptable means to take place.  We can often ask ourselves what thing builds our dreams and you might have your own answers.  I would say hope, love and faith.  When I lose sight of any of those things, then the dream seems a little further away. 

There's no chance for us
It's all decided for us
This world has only one
Sweet moment set aside for us

Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
Who?

I remember moments with you.  Granted they weren't many, but they were memorable.  They were always funny moments with banter exchanged quite easily and never without a smile.  We were in different areas so didn't cross paths often but there was mutual admiration there of course.  Most of the things that were decided for us were to do with where we were.  There probably could have been chances to spend more time, but towards the end, you were starting to lose the love for the place so you had to leave.  Conversations were about silly things and they were good to have because being serious all the time was always going to be boring.  I remember now that we travelled to a conference and I think I was always heavily involved with the Pacific committee who was always organising something.  It's important to make note of all of the sweet moments that one can have.  Where the world cannot make them for you, then you have to rely on yourself to be able to create your own.



Who dares to love forever
Oh, when love must die?

But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips

One of the biggest things I know about you though, even now, is that you are one of the kindest people I have ever met.  You are thoughtful and feel deeply about things that most people would brush aside or not give a second thought.  I have never been a fan of dismissive people and I think we have both known quite a few of those in our time.  When people don't really listen to what you want or need, you start to question whether they really want to get to know you at all or really respect who you are and what you bring to the table.  Who have we dared to love forever?  At the time we might have thought that we were in relationships with people who we were fully invested in, truly cared about - even loved.  Sometimes people don't deserve our tears and would not even be affected by them falling.  I would touch your tears with my lips if only to brush them away.  There is no point being sad when there is so much to be happy about.  You say the world is my oyster.  I say you have touched my world with your fingertips.

And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today

Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
Forever is our today

I hope that one day we will be able to have forever.  You know what I mean.  The kind of forever that may not necessarily be with each other, but the kind of forever that comes with contentment, peace of mind and joy that lasts longer than we can set a time limit.  I have had so many varied and different experiences of love that I know that I would be capable of loving forever if I was to be with someone that deserved that love, or who wanted to love me forever.  I think people have the danger of disassociating themselves or detaching themselves from talk of love to be safe, to focus on other things or negative pressures that steal away time and focus on love, on forever.  I just think that forever doesn't necessarily mean that you have to wait for it either.  I mean who waits forever anyway?. . . . 

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