Time takes away everything we love, and tries to give us something better. Sometimes it follows through, and we smile at Time, and thank her. We thank her for the wonderful memories she gave us moments to make. We sing praises to the moments and the seconds that consume us when that friend comes back, when he says what you've always wanted to hear. Time gave him enough to say it. To fill the moment with everything tangible and yet unreachable. You thank time because she gave you space to love and appreciate every minute of the moment you're granted to be with whomever you want. To make a memory.
And yet, sometimes Time is cruel to us, and takes away the perfect moment that we missed by milliseconds. It was hardly enough of Time to be called a moment, yet it was there, and Time, as cruel as she can be, snatches it away before we even saw it staring us in the face. So we lay in bed, when the house is silent and black, and we let a tear or two fall, let them disappear into Time, let her take them away from us and think about all the things we could have said, should have said, would have said, if Time had only let us.
But she didn't. Time didn't care that we almost said, "Love me forever." or "I know you are thinking what I'm thinking, so kiss me already." or "Why didn't you stay? Why did you leave? Why did you let Time get the best of you?" But all those words go unsaid and Time feels victorious in herself.
And we are stuck in the depths of Memory & his pal, Wondering. Memory & Wondering keep us up at night, wasting even more Time, thinking and hoping and wishing and wanting. Eventually it evolves into writing, and listening to Adele wishing you had the Time to say all you want to say.
And yet. There's never enough Time. Never enough.
Forever Yours,
Rachel
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