Why is it that I fear your return?

Maybe fear isn’t the right word.

Besides completely ecstatic, there is something else that I feel.

A feeling much deeper than nervous.

A feeling much stronger than relief.

Definitely confused about the collision and connection of time, love, and feelings in all of this.

From the moment you left, time seemed to have stopped. Tick tick tick tock.

Watching you walk away, having to leave you behind. Tick tick tick. Having to drop my heart off, and abandon it. Tock.

And then suddenly, somehow, time sped up and caught up to me right as the last few days were upon us.

Like no time had passed at all. My heart will soon return to me.

The days were passing, of course, but they didn’t feel like regular days.

They were like re watching the same movie, day in and day out. It felt like the whole day was over.

But it was just the movie that was over, and there were still hours left to be entertained.

Why is it that time can continue to pass so consistently, but feel like it’s passing so inconsistently?

All I know is that when our eyes meet each other again, and our bodies finally collide again, that feeling will be realized, as the greatest feeling there is to be felt.