today marty mcfly came to the future.
nothing is how they predicted.
nothing is ever how we expect.
i expected you'd actually meant
"i love you"
but i guess not.
i expected to have a great summer
but it's been kind of sad.
nothing can be predicted,
because forevers end,
love is fragile,
people change.
the world keeps turning,
and even the weather changes
just
like
that
