(The last of it)
Some people ask for space so they can “find themselves” when really, they wanna find themselves in someone else’s arms. Been there, done that.
And then some people ask for space so that they can be a better person for the one they Love … and they mean it and they become just that. Again – been there, done that.
They say nothing is stronger than Love. That there is nothing more powerful. Yes there is, and that is Time.
Time can rebuild feelings u forced urself to get rid of for ur first love, but at the same time it allows u to build new feelings for someone else. Time allows u to get over one person and under another one. It makes u realize how much u really Love someone, while it makes others realize u never meant anything to them at all. It differentiates a phase from something that will change ur life forever.
Time makes things easier for the person who wants to forget but harder for the other who is struggling to remember the smallest memory, or grasp onto the tiniest bit of hope. Time leaves room for resentment to grow and paranoia to engulf every inch of ur body. It lets u discover just how cruel people can be and how weak u are. Time allows things to get more and more complicated and confusing.
Time is never fair. It always plays favorites. It drags during tattoo sessions and flies when ur kissing someone good-bye. An hour spent with the love of ur life can seem like a stolen moment, whereas a day can seem like an eternity for the heartbroken. Time sets unruly deadlines, and ultimatums on the heart.
They say patience is a virtue and nothing worth having comes easily. They say time is ur only friend. I don’t want to be friends. Fuck time.
Time waits for no one … but neither will u. So u bow out gracefully. And hope that Time allows u to realize it was all a dream. All a phase. Since Time is the answer to everything, u convince urself that it will let u know the love u feel right now is not real, it does not exist.
But most of all, underneath it all. U secretly pray that ur wrong and everyone else is right. U unwillingly hope that Love does conquer all. That Love is louder than ur boys telling u, “Fuck that bitch. New year, new girl,” or ur girls concerned whispers of, “He’s a lying asshole. U deserve better.” That Love is stronger than pride, lust, fear, regret, bitterness, animosity, curiousity, pain, and vengeance. U pray that Love will put Time in a rear naked choke hold and makes that bitch tap the fuck out.
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