Time is a funny thing. It's funny how those times of love and warmth can be consumed by the passing of time. Mere seconds can feel like days and days like years. The few seconds of our introduction almost at a stand still as my eyes tried to absorb the overwhelming beauty of seeing you for the first time. The days and weeks that flew by where I had stopped showing you the admiration and love that you had deserved. And the seconds. Once again the dreaded seconds. Those same seconds that had once brought me such joy had now brought my world crumbling down. For these were the seconds that you had realized you no longer loved me.

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