THE TRAP OF âFOREVERâ
âUntil death do us partâ is the most beautiful horror story we ever invented.
It doesnât mean âwe will always be happy.â
It means:
I will watch time change you.
Or
you will watch it change me.
We treat âforeverâ like a fairytale.
But forever means staying long enough to witness the unraveling.
The hands that once held flowers will someday tremble.
The face you memorized in perfect light will become unfamiliar in slow motion.
And if you are lucky
really lucky
you will still love them anyway.
Thatâs the terrifying part.
Not the wedding.
Not the vows.
The aftermath.
The years after the photographs stop looking current.
The nights spent holding someone together while their body slowly negotiates with time.
The moment you realize the person who once carried you upstairs now needs help standing up.
People think love is finding someone perfect.
It isnât.
Itâs choosing to remain when the version you fell in love with starts disappearing.
And maybe thatâs what âforeverâ actually means.
Not eternal happiness.
Just two people agreeing to witness each otherâs slow transformation
and stay.















