Back then, I begged God to give me more time. Time to conversed, time to blathered, time to be closed to you. Eventually, I found my way to be near you, to sat next to you, to devoured your thoughts and mine. As the time goes by, time itself become something that keep us apart.
Back then, we used to talk until we weren't sure how much time that passed, I had forever to hear your fantasies.
Now, as the time become more valuable to both of us, I don't need 3 hours, 1 hour, or even 7 minutes. I don't need to hear your husky voice. 3 seconds is enough. Enough to see you smile. Enough to be able to hug you, and enough to verbally says "I miss you" to each other.
Even, seeing you from the distances, when you spell out your other ideas to the others, make me happy. I'm not even grumble about "that should be me" thing. Even though, we have a little space between us, again blame the time, I know that you speak highly of me in front of that others. I am that happy.
I set myself at the very low bar when it comes to term of "happiness". Happiness is over rated.
I should stop chasing you, but I won't let my self not to see you when I know that you're around.
