superego

There is only so much time in a day, only so much time that we have together. Whether I ruin what we have and this ends tomorrow, or this ends in two weeks, or, by the stroke of luck, we are together until our last hour, the time we have with one another will never be enough. When we die, we are placed into this Earth for far longer than we will ever live on it. Please, let me have the ability to make the most out of an hour as physically possible. Let me stretch our time for as long and as thin as it can manage. I know I will never be satisfied with the outcome, I’m sure I will always be left wanting more, but while it is in front of us, while we have one another, let us live and die in these hours of love.