Analyzing the irony of time in love
Time is the weirdest thing in the world to me. Sometimes I think there aren’t enough hours in the day. Sometimes I’m counting down the minutes until something. Sometimes I can’t wait for it to be nightime, so that I can go to bed and wake up with a new day. It’s the times with him that are the happiest times of my life. The times I’m with him, time doesn’t seem to matter at all, because I could stay with him in that moment forever. The times we’re apart are the longest times of all. I look at the time, and wait for the time he will call me or come home. The times when he’s home and we’re arguing are the most frustrating upsetting times at all. Yet if we hang up or leave each other unhappy, I’m counting down the time until I can talk to him and make everything all better. Time is what scares me most about him. I’m scared for the time he’s not going to be there anymore. The time when time seems the longest because he’s not there to make the hours fly by. Time is what excites me most about him. I can’t wait for homecoming time, Christmastime,etc. Time is what makes me most optimistic. We’ve been together for a long time. He’s given me some of the best times of my life. I think we’re going to be together for a long, long time. Time is what worries me the most. What if he doesn’t have enough time for me? Too much homework, band practice, boy scout meetings, chores, vacations etc. Not enough time for me. The thought of getting to spend time with him gets me up and gets me going in the morning. The thought of not having enough time for me, keeps me up at night.