Let us find time

It was Time who tricked us. Tricky fellow. All along, we thought it was not Time. Back in grade school when we met, Time was with us everywhere. Everything we did had a Time to it: Recess, lunch, math class. We had all the Time in the world. When neither of us had any money, we spent Time together instead; on the phone, at the mall. I thought we would always be together with Time, but something changed between us.

Different schools, different lives, different circumstances, different choices. I never meant to leave you alone first but I did. It was crowded between us; three is a crowd. I think you felt the same way sometimes. Every time we thought about it I always thought there was just some underpinning difference between you and I that we couldn't resolve, but there wasn't. It was always Time playing tricks on us, that jealous bugger! Don't you see? Whenever you and I finally wanted to be together, all of a sudden we declared that we needed Time apart. Kind of insulting we must admit, to just push him away so we could learn to be together. Emotions ran wild during highschool, then they lay quiet for 7 years.

7 long years I waited for you to find the Time to come back in my life. I was jealous and thought you were off with him in secret, basking away taking all that Time to yourself. Then one day you came back to me, without him. We had hardly any Time at all that night. But in that moment when our lives and lips finally touched it felt like the first Time, the Time we grew up with. Again, something was wrong. It wasn't our Time, we worried..

He's changed. He's been hurting other people, trying so desperately to bring us together when we were both trying to spend Time with others. I don't blame him. Time is our lovechild, and we've each brought so many different partners home. How torn he must have felt when I was spending Time with her and you were spending Time with him. We were wasting Time, splitting him up and going our separate ways, probably because we still felt we were better off spending Time on our own. But Time is only so welcoming when we are together. Time is fleeting when we are apart.

I've been looking at the Time over the last couple of years, and man is he out of sorts. I swear, the last few years Time has just been flying by. Almost like a child out to dinner with his new step-parent Time just wanted those relationships to be done with. But we figured we were older and wiser and knew more about love than he did.

We're not older than Time, I don't know why we keep acting like we are. Both of us. It's hard to trust Time sometimes, especially when he gets so emotional slips out of our fingers and just starts running out. We both know he's right though. We should be together. Time will tell, you told me once. I believed you. I believe in him. I want us to be a family together, me you and Time, and have new Times together. Little baby Times to call our own. Times to grow. Times to share. A nice house with you and me and a bunch of Times we can look back on and smile. What else do we need right now?