The clock

Some people make you 

watch the clock...

"Tell me something," he said quietly,

"what's the difference...

between me and everyone else?"

She smiled a little. Not a happy smile...

just honest.

"With others?" she said softly.

"I keep checking the time.

Everything feels...heavy.

Like I'm just waiting for a reason to leave."

He looked at her. "And with me?"

She paused...and then met his eyes.

"With you...I forget time exists.

No clock. No pressure.

I don't want to leave...even when I should."

A small silence.

"With others, I look for exits. But with you..."

she whispered, "I look for excuses to stay.

Just one more minute. One more moment...

Just a little longer...with you."

She exhaled gently.

"Because time only feels beautiful...

when you're with the right person."