Love Letter from an Overthinker

Maybe one evening after those long conversations with friends that do not seem to end, conversations that stretch on for hours, conversations of introspecting and retrospect, actions and choices we’ve made, friends lost and friends gained, love lost and love found, we might eventually conclude on how we want the future to look like, A future that even those long hours of talk could never seem to paint clear, or maybe we would never find out, Maybe when we are old and grey, we might look in retrospect and realize how the future was never really far off, how with each second into those long conversations, we were already living in the future, sharing those moments with people that made us laugh, made us admit truths, made us question our personhood. And then maybe, just maybe, we would be grateful for those times we shared and thankful for the people we shared them with because it is all fleeting; life…