Your lover, Time.

Time is the most loyal of all fickle

lovers.

The one who, having seen you through literally everything thus far, will still be there even after the fight

when you say those things

you meant but didn’t mean to say

and

even when you are surely tired of dealing with that

thing

that just drives you up the wall, that you secretly envy, like

how they are always saying the most direct, uncushioned, exact right thing you do not want to hear

because it’s the truth.

And the one who will still hold your hand if you want or be one step ahead but with

no advice to give

no matter how much you agonize how to move forward.

And the one who will have very little mercy when you beg to slow down

or when you’re desperate to escape, just for a moment.

The one who does love you

strangely like no one not anything else.

And when you come together

time is the one who can teach you, finally,

that nothing and no one

is ever always the same,

that within constancy

is fluidity

And

when you are wrapped up together, Time will show you more

of who you are than

you could imagine.