Time is tugging me along. But I don’t go willingly, no, not from your side. Someday, perhaps, when your laughter has faded from my ears, your smile from the backs of my eyelids. Once these disjointed words converge and merge to form their final meaning, once each individual moment has coalesced into a whole: a narrative for those lost in love, the maudlin memoirs of my youth. On that day, I will go from here – peel these chafing shackles from my skin. I’ll forget what I was waiting for, and I won’t need to stay here. I will leave you with this story, so you might finally know your meaning. All you’ve been to me, composed, into a single entity.