i'd like to think that time made us seperate. that somehow, our bodies grew too big for our hearts, and that is why there is so much space between us.
i'd like to tell myself that we would still have the ability to love each other, but over time my hands stopped fitting with yours.
i'd like to be sure that time made us fall apart. that we simply moved on, drifted away, lost feeling. over time.
i'd like to blame our fighting on time. over time our screaming made us lose our voices, and along with the voices went our reasons to talk.
i'd like to convince myself that in a universe where time is an irrelevant concept, our love would be flourishing.