Time

is abstract. It's the hate-it-or-love-it kind of thing. Well rather than "hate-love," time can be important or minuscule to a person. For me, time means everything. In order for me to like someone, I need time. Lots of time. Or forgiveness, it needs time, too. Becoming a person that I wish to be also takes time. When I truly need comfort, but you did not come to me in the nick of time, it was hard for me to pour my heart out to you. I would not say "too late," but do you know how much it would mean to me if you came to me at the right time, when I really needed help? But you did not. I'm hurt by this whole situation. And I was never the kind of person to run away. Nonetheless, I find myself running away right at this moment. Sometimes I would think, do I have the right to feel hurt, even when I am actually hurting someone else? Then I would have to surrender because I'm guilt-ridden. Time will turn into merely a nonexistent thing after everything is resolved. But I want you to know that right now...it means everything. So please stop being late.