TIME: A time for both, a time between the two.

Good Morning. I share with you such a cool topic, love. When there are impediments in it.

And when they both thought that everything was going to change, that everything was going in its "right direction", that comes to those who all determine "time", what time? The linked lovers were asking themselves, eternal? That will say "time".
They look at each other as if they wanted their love to leave traces, as if they wanted to see that world between him and her. And between silences, millions of words are said at once, what will they say to each other? What will be those bonds that form when looking at each other? He, however, seemed tired of not moving his lips, trying to do so he pronounced a soft but clear "I'm sorry".
She, on the other hand, thinks, "Why do you apologize?" Without uttering words, she is still tied to the silence that time gave them. Dropping a few tears, he keeps asking "I'm sorry?"
They formed harmoniously a sad melody between the two, you could hear it, you could feel it. It was beautiful, but at the same time depressing, it was loud, at the same time silent. And between their high and low notes, they, no, the world wonders if they will continue making music ... together, how will it be? Sad? Cheerful? How?
Questions that brings and carries the wind around the lovers without there being a single movement between them, why? Why are not there more words than that "I'm sorry"? When they both said to each other "everything will be fine", they no longer say anything, they just let ... the "time" speak. Is he friend or enemy? Something in this beautiful couple have not thought, just stay there, looking at each other, creating their world, writing their history, marking their notes.
Finally ... the girl unties from the silence that dominated her. It has a sweet tone of voice, the world is surprised to hear it, whose voice is that? They ask themselves, and between the movement of their rosy lips a "I miss you" is pronounced.
Smells sadness in the air says the wisest of the public, while the most inexperienced says that ... it smells of saved passion, hidden love, silenced words ... it smells "time". Everyone looks at it, nobody speaks, why do not they corroborate that? Why does not anyone tell you that it's not like that? Why…?
They have something in their eyes that makes them fall in love, something that binds them, something that makes them crazy, is that something they do not want to waste when making movements? What will it be? The world worries about knowing, it's just something that they, the young hearts know, but at the same time not, how is that? Asked a child from the crowd, no one knew how to answer him ... someone brave, sensible (he will say one) dared to tell him ... well, "time will tell". Everyone lowered their heads and looks, the little boy did not know what to say, he turned his gaze to the couple and from his innocent little lips came out certain words as if it were the echo of a cave or a mountain or a desolate place ...
Time?