Our time.

Sometimes I wish time could move faster. I would know if I made a mistake with you, either you were my best decision ever. The problem of being "in love", is that you can't realize what's really going on. Everything looks brilliant. You wake up smiling everyday. You say good morning to everyone like there's no tomorrow. But you can't see you're walking right to the fall. You're cutting yourself. You're bleeding. And you keep walking, because pain doesn't compare to the feeling of being loved, even if you're just imagining it.  So, yes. I wish time could move faster, just to know if you'll be my present future forever or my undeniable past.