How long is a decade
but a period of ten years;
how long a century
but a hundred years;
how long a millennium
but a thousand years?
If these were all true, tell me
why the length of forever is
as capricious as it seems to be;
vacillating between now and eternity,
with its sweet allure of promise and
bittersweet taste of impossibility.
Forever, in its variegated forms;
finite and infinite, definite and indefinite,
sometimes a day, other times, forever and a day.
And yet, whichever form forever may be,
perhaps, all that matters is: right now,
I love you forever.
– Agnes Chew