Tomorrow Can Wait

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I think somewhere along the way,

I stopped looking
for the ending.

Life has a funny way
of teaching you
that the moments we spend chasing
are rarely the ones
we end up missing.

These days...

I'd rather know
how your day went.

Not just the exciting parts.

Tell me the part of your day
that nobody asks about.

The song you played twice.

The wrong turn
that somehow made you laugh.

The little story
you almost didn't tell
because you didn't think
it mattered.

Those are the things
I'd remember.

If you need to run errands,
I'll come with you.

If you feel like taking a drive,
I'll grab my keys.

Truth is...

I don't really care
where we end up.

I've started believing
it was never about
getting somewhere.

It was always
the conversation.

The laughter.

The quiet moments
that somehow
never felt quiet at all.

Funny how life
keeps simplifying things.

What I want...

is much simpler than that.

I don't need
all the answers today.

I don't need to know
what any of this becomes.

I'd rather have
one more conversation.

One more drive.

One more ordinary afternoon
getting to know you.

Because maybe
the things we spend
our whole lives looking for...

have been hiding
inside moments
we almost walked past.

Maybe that's been enough
all along.

Tomorrow Can Wait.

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