Adapted from The Notebook: Happy moments are like shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity.
Adaptations don't necessarily mean sadness can evade us. Time is an interesting concept. It kills and breeds hope. Maybe there are this objective external time measure, which is ruthless, and our own clocks, which are soothing. Our clocks of the shared minds and souls are much slower. We realize their existence when we bump into old friends over and over again. Over and over again, our endearing love and friendship, if true, seem to be just like yesterday. Except that at that point, yesterday, today, and future will be blurred. No time - only humanly love.
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