Et plus le temps nous fait cortège...
Growing up, I suppose, is what this is partly about.
Signing french contracts, planning for the future, imagining more than I have had before.
More than I have wanted to imagine before.
I was waiting for right now, perhaps without knowing it.
Perhaps always.
Letting chances pass me by, thinking "as soon as.."
but never knowing how to end that sentence.
'As soon as I start my life', not realizing that is not something you choose to do.
C'est la vie.
Ceci est la vie.
This may not last but this is now.
Forever is composed of nows.
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