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I keep telling them that I’m just human.
They laugh and hug and reassure me it’s alright,
their contagious, joyful smiles lightening the air,
but they never quite seem to get it.
Isn’t it funny,
being the only human surrounded by four other girls that are practically immortal?
I can never quite bring myself to tell them,
to tell them that one day, I won’t be able to jump back in time to see them again,
that one day,
I might not be there to call her stinky,
or try to out-pun her,
or call back to her whenever she screams my name,
or mess with her in every game.
Time is a terrifying thing sometimes.
Knowing that one day, it’ll all be gone.
That’s why I never keep track of the days since we last met,
or the years since we first met,
or the hours we spend together.
I only count the seconds,
the seconds we laugh, the seconds we live in,
the seconds they go for after the first hug.
At least that way, I’ll lose track,
give up,
and just enjoy the moment.
At least that way, I won’t dread the moment
when I run out of time.
That way, every day becomes the last.
I’ll find a way to stick around, I’m sure.
That’s just how I am, anyway.
But I can’t help but think that,
maybe it’s okay
if I don’t get another chance.
Maybe that’s just life.
I just hope they realize that, too.
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