Time

Yesterday, I found myself surrounded by examples of young love. Couples just entering adulthood, or not even quite there yet.

It got me thinking about time.

The time we missed, before we ever even met.

But no sense dwelling on things that can't be changed… And I'm certain neither one of us would, anyways. Those kids… The world needs them, all four of them. And probably other reasons.

But…

I don't want to miss any more time.

I have no idea what to do, or how to approach it. This isn't something I ever anticipated I would ever even want to do. Much less need to.

But I do. I need to.

And I can be at least as bold as you were when you invited me to your house a few weeks ago. I can.

I have to be.

I will be.

Just… Gotta figure out how.

…

I know that ship has long since sailed, but I miss when you were home on Tuesdays… Speaking of missing time… sigh