The sky has never cried for my mother, but it has darkened for me now.
Life never gives anyone a chance to come back, but it makes an exception for you.
Time has never waited for anyone, but it stands still and allows you to chase it.
Love has never been reserved for anyone, but why is it not reserved for you and me?
I believe you have never loved anyone like this, and you also believe that I cannot love someone, miss someone, and wait for someone like you do.
I envy you for being able to contend with time, I envy you for being able to contend with life, I hate your persistence in love, but you still dare not face it, face you, face reality.