Patience, they say, is a virtue.
But I cannot have that virtue with you.
When I am with you, time flies like the plane that brought you to me.
When I am without you, time freezes and everything becomes real again.
Time is what makes it hard.
I hate time. I hate it with a burning passion.
But if that’s what it takes, I don’t mind.
Because my love for you is forever,
And that’s longer than any time I will endeavor.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
Patience, they say, is a virtue.
But I cannot have that virtue with you.
When I am with you, time flies like the plane that brought you to me.
When I am without you, time freezes and everything becomes real again.
Time is what makes it hard.
I hate time. I hate it with a burning passion.
But if that’s what it takes, I don’t mind.
Because my love for you is forever,
And that’s longer than any time I will endeavor.
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