The clock of time is a wild child, one that can neither be controlled nor disciplined, it simply slips away from your hand while you grapple trying to hold it back.
Glances were exchanged and heart skipped beats, when we knew not of what it meant. In the fad of love I believed. Until I found him pleasuring someone else with what was supposed to be my First Kiss!
If you wish to leave, do so by all means. Bother to let me know so I don't wait like a fool, by the locked door for you.
