Emotions are funny things. They creep in when you least expect it.

I still can't believe it. How can I believe it anyway. How can I believe that one day, someone close to me will leave, again. All that relational investments. Gone. Starting from scratch.

Although Michelle will come to visit, I have this feeling that it will just not be the same. That I won't have the comfort of knowing that she is in Montreal, somewhere accessible, somewhere within my reach. Loss.

People are constantly leaving. Life is really just a series of transitions, some happier than others. Changes are happening every second, whether we perceive them or not. 

No wonder anxiety gets to us. Nobody can perfectly predict what is happening next. Thus we expect the worst. We freak. Out.

Embrace. The moment present.

You know, relationships offer but a moment. A moment in the presence of another human being also trying to find their way in life, also trying to latch onto someone whom to call "mine". 

That moment.

Although not lasting indefinitely, although fleeting, can convey much joy. 

And sometimes, when you get lucky, you might just catch a glimpse of eternity. 

Life then becomes the fleeting eternity itself.

Time becomes arbitrary. 

And it will just be you and the moment.