Time comes to consume us, devouring our precious hours, minutes, seconds and there is nothing we can do but cling to the dust called memories that he leaves in his wake. Soon, sooner than you might care to think about, we will be scattered over all four corners of the world. But please, promise me one thing: I will not ask for you to stay with me forever (although I pray that you will) I will not ask for you to remain forever the same (although you are brilliant exactly as you are) and I will not even ask for you to think of me (when there are so many other more wonderful things to come). I only ask that although time may force us to grow old and separate, you will remember that he can never force us to grow up.

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