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What does time really mean anymore? Does anyone ever have enough time? 24 hours isn't enough for anything anymore. How long is it going to take for me to accept the fact that it's gone...that it's never going to come back? Not 24 hours that's for sure. I've been lying to myself about this issue for the past year. And I still am. I don't know when I started. It could have been when I first met you. Or maybe when the bond between us started to fray. But the question of when isn't that important. The question that I want the answer to is "Why?". Why did we grow apart? Why is the bond broken? And more importantly, why am I so stupid? I kept telling myself lies to make myself feel better. I hoped that by doing so the scars would heal and that I could move on. I guess not. It's too entangled in my heart I guess, much like ivy entangles around a building, unwilling to let go. I wish that I could finally admit to myself that it's over so that I could move on. But it's hard to - it's like I would lose a good two years of my life. I hope that one day I can move on - just like you have in a split second. But until then I can only hope that time will keep going.