Me: where did you just go? It seems like I never get to have enough of you for myself. You’re constantly getting away. I’m missing you as we speak... Time: I’m always here, you just don’t have the patience for me sometimes… Me: You’re robbing me of my beauty, my youth, my body. You’ll grow tired of me and leave me one day. Time: I’ll never be too tired to be in your life, watch you breathe, grow up, grow old. All the things I bring into your life, whether it’s a smile, or an eye wrinkle, are my gifts to you. My most intimate wish is to make you complete, so that when you’ll go away, you’ll be in peace with all that’s been between us. Me: When I’ll go away, I’m going to miss you. Time: When you’ll go away, you won’t need me anymore. I’ll be the one left behind, having to deal with your disappearance. I’ll be the one missing you. Me: For you, I’m just one glimpse; you couldn’t possibly miss me too much. Time: You’re wrong. When I’m with you, I have me