i don't want to grow old. i don't want to see changes. i don't want to be the mature one when they're eventually back to being immature. i'm not ready to witness them losing their memories, not wanting to see them being powerless yet, not ready to see them being unreasonable.
i still need somebody to lean on, not being somebody to lean on. still want to cry on their shoulders, not the one wiping tears off their cheeks. i still want to spit out complains and confide, not listening to complains and being the confiding place.
if only life comes with a remote and we could pause time from rolling -- for i don't want to grow up just yet, and i don't want them to be old just yet.
