In the long run we are all dead. But in a run shorter than that long one, you see quite a few pass by. A few among them are those with whom you shared moments of your life that you would never forget. And now you can only wonder how to re-live those days.
I wish I had an opportunity to repay the affection I received. Ignorant I was, lost in the moment assuming it would never pass. Lost in the selfish intentions of gratifying self. As I grow old, the unidirectional flow of time becomes more and more apparent.
Fake Professor 