First few months with him made time go by fast.
Minutes felt like seconds,
Hours felt like minutes.
It was always never enough.
I wanted time to slow down.
To savor the moment spent with him.
But as the years gone, things turned around and changed.
Seconds felt like minutes,
Minutes felt like hours.
It was too much.
I wanted time to go faster.
To escape him, to be alone at last.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
First few months with him made time go by fast.
Minutes felt like seconds,
Hours felt like minutes.
It was always never enough.
I wanted time to slow down.
To savor the moment spent with him.
But as the years gone, things turned around and changed.
Seconds felt like minutes,
Minutes felt like hours.
It was too much.
I wanted time to go faster.
To escape him, to be alone at last.
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