Time.
It comes, then is gone.
Never thinking she
Wouldnt be there.
The years passed.
The months sped by.
Then days
Each one as long as forever
Yet short as a meteors
Light flashes across the sky.
The call came.
It is over.
It seems too soon.
If a wish were granted
If one more day was given
Words left unsaid
Things not done
Apologies held back
Would wait no longer.
Walks would be taken
Dreams would be shared
Stories would be told.
Arms would embrace,
Not yielding until they must.
Until the time was again gone.
And yet
Would the pain
Of that second parting
Be too great a price to pay?
W
Hello. I seem, at first appearance, to be a normal, everyday girl. Then you get to know me. I change from a 'normal' girl to a somewhat immature, kind of shy or else too talkative, definately immature young woman. You begin to wonder what's up with me when I talk on and on obsessively about one topic, even when everyone around me lost interest ten minutes earlier. You find it strange that I freak out about change, about meeting new people. You're amazed by my memory, the way I can ramble off random facts about any number of subjects. You might even be unnerved by how real imaginary characters, be they from my fantasies or another'