There was a time, not a specific time but a period of time, when it happened. Over the course of something between days and months, it happened.
It was a couple of years ago now, when things changed. Suspicions became knowledge. Inklings became expectations. Hopes became certainties.
Yeah, that's right. Certainties.
Patience was validated. The long and winding journey became irrelevant, and only the destination mattered. I could see our destination, smell it, almost touch and taste it. It was just up ahead. It was going to happen. We were going to get there.
Just a little bit further...
It became much more than wishful thinking. I hate it when people dismiss it all as wishful thinking. I know the difference. I fucking lived with wishful thinking for years. I'm an expert on wishful thinking. I know the difference between it and certainty. I really do.
Memories and hopes were all I had, but they kept me going. Wishful thinking kept me going.
Until a period of time, a couple of years ago, when I became certain, certain, that all my wishes were about to come true.
Just a little bit longer...
Back then, that's when everything changed. The potential for pain became the potential for utter destruction. But that didn't matter, because I was certain that everything was going to be fine. Great. Wonderful. Perfect.
For years, memories and hopes were all I had. They kept me going. Then I found certainties, and it felt like nothing could stop me.
Now, all I have are memories.
I fear that they won't be enough.