I'd had enough time with myself today. I didn't know if the time would have passed faster if I could have found someone to be with, just to make it through the moments when I had thought of you. The time had always stood against us as if the clock ticked twice as fast when we talked, and froze when we needed to tell each other goodbye. I'd known being with myself today wouldn't do any good, but still, I had felt like it would make me look at things differently if I did. So no, you'd probably not have heard me say those words, though I'd known you should. Maybe it'd been my reluctance that had kept on telling me what would be best for me. For a reason it appeared to be wrong again. I had stopped listening to the voices that had guided to where I was now. I wanted it to be different this time. I wanted to face the pain just to watch it fading away when you emerged through it. I wanted to enjoy the doubt instead of thinking of when the time froze again, because then I wouldn't be able to see it.