End of the World

Just a couple of days ago, I was thinking about what if the world will end on May 21, 2011 like some people believe it will? Being the hopeless romantic that I am,  I started imagining that I would meet you somewhere like we planned and run off together to spend the last minutes of the earth together.

I'd run off with you together and spend the last moments on earth with you. Scenes from Cloverfield started playing in my head. And I thought about what would happen if you got pierced by some wooden pole and told me, with a dying breath, to run and live till the last minute and leave you there. I imagined myself sobbing and crying and shaking my head, holding your hand as you breathed your last breath. And someone would be tugging at me to leave and run while I could. And I thought, "I'd be willing to die by your side if it means that we'll be together till the end." Mmm... I've watched too much movies it seems.

But then I started thinking that maybe you'd want to spend the last moments with your mother. With your family. So I just crushed that idea and threw it in the bin.

If the world were to end next year, we'd be halfway through our second year of university. And who knows whether we'd be friends or enemies then. So I didn't bother thinking that far.

But if the world isn't to end at all, then... well... I guess that's that.