She said she wants more time. I contemplate whether I should make it.
One second. One minute. One hour.
She said every moment she spends with me is laced with a slow breeze and rose petals that lead to a place which serenades her to windows with reflections, exposing an unclothed soul.
She sees so clearly when it's naked.
Emotions she once played with have been molded into faces of love and regret.
Like sunsets, memories fade of relationships built like masons.
She said she wants more time.
She has visions of us sharing moments so sacred.
I say I want more time because my mind's not made up.
Why? Because there is so much I must take into consideration.
Yet she holds firm to her request. She asks for more time.
A highlight of my past. She asks if I will give her enough time to become my future.
How long will this last? Her words once served as the judge, my thoughts the jury and our actions the executioner.
And she said she wants more time.
I don't know if I have much of it. It's me she covets.
Someone as special as she, has always noticed the value in me. In my passion she's always trusted.
It's what she fell in love with.
This is why she wants more time.
She urges us to turn back the clock. She yearns for more time, enough to transform our yesterdays into our todays, cherishing every second until time eventually stops.
---EOB.
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