With time, the things that make me care seem to change.
Tears and laughter reverse their roles.
The world switches from big to small depending on the uncertainties that surround us, while comfort packs its bags and moves from place to place, never leaving a forwarding address.
But through the impermanence of people and feelings, you stay as slow, as warm, and as forever as children's summer laughter.
You remain a part of my heart's truth, the part that doesn't get crushed beneath the weight of time passing...
...the part I give thanks for, everyday. (unknown)