It's almost funny how, for such a bold personality, how gently he handles my hand.
I can't picture life next year without... love.
I suppose that's a bit melodramatic.
But still, it will never be the same.
And to think for past yester-years, I wasted time.
No the hourglass is running out of sand.
As I look at the clock, the hands spin faster and faster until they tangle together.
Oh no! Times broken!
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Whadda you think, doc? C'mon I know I'm not the only opinionated one out there;). In any case, thanks so much for reading. And don't be scared too click the lovely little 'Follow' Button!