Infinite

Pie.

We all love pie.

But I love a different pie.

I love the 3.14 pie.

The math pi.

So many things just slip through our hands.

One moment it's secure within us, and the next it's gone.

Pi is infinite.

It never ends.

It is forever.

Or so I thought.

I love pi like I love books.

When people ask me whether I prefer happy endings or sad ones, I never quite know what to say.

I once responded saying I don't like endings at all.

I hate them more than anything.

I wish that books would go on and on forever.

But they can't, and they don't.

So I guess we never really know what happens to the characters.

Whether they really get their happy ending.

Other than the fact that they all eventually die.

Well that is, unless they're immortal.

Immortal like the love I once had for my ex-boyfriend.

He told me he loved me endlessly.

Then he cheated.

See, nothing lasts forever.

Now he is nothing but a memory.

But memories are made to be recollected.

Sure enough, the memory would float back up to the surface of my mind like a ship on raging waters.

Blue waters.

Reminding me again and again,

That nothing lasts forever.

What are we?

We are human.

We are skin and bones and a beating heart.

I begin to understand that we have more flaws than we think we might.

We are startling and marvelously average.

We are not forever.

We are not permanent.

We will rust and fade away with the faith and hope that our souls will be what we could not.

Infinite.