i don’t like how fast time flies. one moment you have somebody and the next you find yourself reminiscing over moments that went by so quickly they appeared to not even be there at all.
was it like that with me for you? was i just a fragment of a second in your entire lifetime? was i somebody that was out of focus in an already blurry world? remember the image of me, even if that image is one you cannot remember. even if it is one you try to distort at night, and clear your head of.
and now look at where we are. once intertwined, we stand separately and watch the years go by. it seemed like yesterday that i was in your arms, and you had still loved me the way you say you never did, now. our wounds are not masked by the time. no matter how much we try to hide and heal them, we both are aware of the chaos we have caused each other. and we both do nothing about it. all we do is let the countless minutes take over us as we wish things didn’t turn out the way it did.
i don’t like how fast time flies. because i have lost memories with you to the tide of seconds in between us. i drown in remorse as you create new ones. and i can only question; does the time tick away anxiously for you too?