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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 meaning. Every day you make deep changes in the very core of what I am and, since I‘ve met you, I am not the same anymore.

Me: I don’t want to go anywhere, this is crazy! I don’t ever want to leave. I’m scared!

Time: Don’t be scared, you don’t know what’s expecting you then. It’s like a journey to a destination you don’t really know. Don’t be scared, be curious!

Me: I don’t want to leave you.

Time: There will be one day when you’ll ask me to let you go. And I hope I’ll be wise enough to do that.

Me: Isn’t there anything I can do?

Time: There is. Leave me something worth remembering you by.

Me: Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?

Time: Always.

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