Maybe that’s why I was born.
But I can’t be the only one. It shouldn’t be this way. I think I have a companion, that taught me of patience and persistence, of kindness and passion.. and of beauty and heartache. I have time. We all do. But we tend to forget.
Things get better in time. Pain goes away by time. Smile comes back with time. Time heals everything. On a certain level, time might seem to be the only one who truly cares about us.
But you can’t put time on love, or can you?