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Long time coming...

If this world were different, and not perfect, because that type of existence is not allotted to us; if this world were different I would answer yes.

When you look at me and the words flow from your lips I would smile to myself, that smile would spread across my face, then the entirety of my being and I would say "yes". But then this world is no different than it were a moment ago, and within the moments I have learned the harsh and jagged difficulties of this difference.

I've learned that sometimes time moves things at a pace that can only be seen through the forgotten images of our still memories, because moving so fast living in the moments can seem almost a dream.

I have learned that time makes us wait for things that we cannot face, that we cannot have, and that we want in urgent immediacy.

I don't want the stability of constancy, I did not sign up for those things, and this is neither the time nor the place.

I want the hesitancy of lips touching lips, and the urgency of hands rushing to meet waist and pulling me closer, the silence all around and the ceaseless sound of my thoughts.

I want the moments, to last a little longer, to last a little longer.

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