STOLEN TIME

f which none of it is good, has knocked him out tired last night. If you think back at that small kiss we share, my body tingles with pl

minutes. So I am now jumping up and down on his bed, trying to annoy him to get up. I

ome! You are

gely. He most definitely is thinking, why is this woman

morning. "What's g

rt at throwing it at him. I only

is thi

n your underwear. P

you kn

en it once or tw

ing. But this b

ay out, I grab the picnic basket I packed earlier this morning. I can

icnic at five

that ob

es with warmth. He is going to make some girl very happy one day. Since that kiss, I have seen all these other things about him. And it makes me very sad that I will not be the one that he will share those things with. I just

re we go

are going to love i

rds are waking the morning with their songs. The river is bubbling in the backg

sands of pink and white blossoms everywhere. Right In the middle is a giant tree. It looks old, bu

earth did yo

eping; I had

to me and pulls me close while we watch the sun rises up in the sky. I just cannot help to th

en, we thought that we had all the time in the world. Our visits were not frequent; most of our time was spent inside. We said the world could wait; there is always tomorrow. The fact i

that I do not wish to take regret to my death bed, and maybe I will be selfish to tell him because I will be doing it

asti

, sw

t I am going to

ould th

being i

never been

o be truly loved. Well, I think I

ou say

s real or if it is ju

is lungs. Did I just see sadness creep into his eyes? Maybe it wa

ve in finding love in th

is supposed to find you, it w

me of rational thing has long time gone. And as he watches me struggle w

we don't know what's going to happ

ut

, don't wait. Don't

it might be too late, but at least when I go, I will have no regrets. So I take my phone from the b

number. The

as not gotten the idea; the more it rings, the more that smile grows on

I thought you are dialing

you are so dumb.

his arms and squeezes me so tight. He p

umb, but I kn

is too late. I would never have thought that he actually felt the same way about me,

day under the tree. And as night comes, we find ourselves watching some g