"TIME was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on... I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you." --Jonathan Safran Foer
Many times I wonder if I had got on a flight whether it's land, sea, or air transportation to see you would have changed my life...
In a wintry day like now impassioned me to one more time think how elusive the chase of loving someone so deep but loving you back unrequitedly. In these moments of flashbacks, I kind of smile and feeling human that I had these memories to go back to--a reminder that it is still cool to think of you like that every now and then...It's not a bondage or some form of escape and denial. It's is purely the heart that gives way to a thing in the past...
So, what time is it? Metaphorically, it's that time again to mend those thoughts to a higher ground. But realistically, time is fleeting.
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