Dear You,
Tonight, I counted how long it would take for our time together to finally end. My mind is in a haze tonight. Tonight, I did not want to be with you. I constantly tapped my imaginary feet in my head because I was impatient. I wanted this to end. I wanted to escape and move to a safe place. However, you are a safe place and I did not understand why I wanted to move somewhere else. Honestly, I was extremely not myself today.
Tired. I probably am just tired of you. My head says so. It's throbbing with pain now, not because of the migraine, but because of just merely thinking and being with you. You exhaust my body. You drain my energy. Without being conscious about it (or are you?), you drain me.
Lost. I am running around a labyrinth with an end in mind, to escape from your clutches. I just can't seem to find a way.
I thought time was my ally. Time would agree with me. Time would pity me. But where are you, time? Couldn't you go any faster? I need you and fast.
Time, "might" is not possible. "Will" is better. Please prove that to me.
Time WILL heal my wounds.
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