I told you I loved you, but I said it a little too late. You move in time and sometimes our timing is against one another.
Time moves with or without you. It’s up to you how you use it. It’s up to you how you let people affect how you use it.
I loved you before all of this. When there was nothing. When there was only a single atom in the night sky.
Becoming older doesn’t sadden me. The never ending length between a memory does.
Some things are exactly how we leave them. Years go by and we long, passion builds, loss extends and we miss forbidden memories. Every once in awhile I long for what used to be instead of what is. I remember how I left it, last words said, how your voice echoes. It’s not sadness. It’s not quite happiness. It was bittersweet. Things were bittersweet. I still think of it quite often and wonder if the memories for you ever soften.