that's how it is with us. we spend as much time as we can with one another because we want to. because we love to be within each others' presense. because we love each other.on the drive home, you drove 25 mph when the sign read 45 mph so we could be with each other a bit longer, even if it was only for a minutes, a few seconds-- it was worth it. we're very grateful for each other and because of this, it makes time feel so limited. time seems to go by too fast, but that doesn't mean that we let it slip through our fingers and fly by our own eyes. as much time as we get,down to the very last nanosecond. It was because I loved him...grateful for him that time felt so limited.
I finally understand why time seemed to have always run out...went by too fast...
Yet, I was the only one who silently hoped for him to drive slower.
Instead, we were always rushing home.
And whenever I opened my mouth to briefly hint how I want him to slow down, he never got it.
Or, he did...but..
Time with me was meaningless to him.