"Time goes by too slow," my best friend stated, that I finished with saying "when you're wanting something." And on the drive home I realized time was much slower wanting something you can't have.
Getting off of la cadena onto rancho street, there comes a stop sign and at that stop sign there was always a cop (or as I call them, "copper") watching from afar at the right side, making sure people weren't breaking any rules. I got so used to seeing him there, sitting in his cop car. I always wanted to wave hello, as if he knew me by my red kia. But tonight I noticed it had been a week since the copper had been there. And that felt like it went by too fast.
I wondered....was being in a relationship just like that? Having the security you need, the comfort knowing someone was there.... does that all go by too quick to notice, that when it's gone you miss it the most?
No one really knows when it's the right time to move on, or whether it'll take too long or too quick. We can't tell our hearts to let go, but our hearts tell us. I know my heart doesn't ache anymore when I see him, but it sure does miss someone. Whoever that someone is, I'm ready to drive every street till he's in the car with me. And sometimes, we all need a sign to tell us we're going the right way.
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