Time never goes quickly when you’re waiting. I spend all of my time waiting, my stomach curling with anxiety. I’m waiting to see my friends, to go to class, to see my grades. The waiting never stops, the clock is drowning in molasses. 

There’s moments where time goes quickly - when I’m with Him, but when he kisses me, time is slow all over again. He’s the molasses and I’m the clock. My mind has time to race then, the only thing unaffected. It has time to do what it wants.