The Problem with Forever

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

She was really into the outdoorsy stuff—hiking, mountain biking, sweating. In other words, experiencing some form of pain. I was really into reading, sitting and not collecting sweat in places where sweat should not pool.

Frustration bloomed inside me, because I knew I could talk, but every time there was the perfect moment for me to speak up, I got too caught up in overthinking what I could say.

Here but not. Existing but not living. I knew that feeling.

Forever was something we all took for granted, but the problem with forever was that it really didn’t exist.

Forever wasn’t real. And I guessed, for me, that I was lucky it wasn’t. But for others, I wished it was real, that they had forever.