She wonders that if things were different, you would still be here.
A true cliche. I know.
That, if the time and space continuum allows her,
She would bend all laws just to remember what your face looked like,
Remember that time is limited, something she forgot to take advantage of,
Remember your frivolous yet intriguing thoughts spewing out of your beautiful mind that made her  curiouser and curiouser,
Remember your so-called plans for the future,
The same future that knew your fate but left a happy teenager to believe that she was going to grow up with her best friend,
Until she lost her to time,
this fascinating thing she thought,
until it caught up with her,
Then it was this thing that ripped a tear through her 'perfect' fabric
of reality,
That clawed at it till she felt nothing but emptiness,
The emptiness that filled space and time.
Huh.Time.
To Time they were mere seconds.
Time got to her.
It got to her friend.
It got her.
Natural order always wins.
Time always wins.
So while we live our lives,
As we continue to forget consequences and exist freely,
just remember,
That time is of the essence,
An essence that I ensure to use every last drop off,
But never underestimate its use,
Because as we know,
Time's a *****.