They say that time heals, and I know that it’s true.

But with you time is playing a game.

Year 2, term 1 of uni, 5 weeks in and I’m literally kissing you, the world is complete.

Now it’s week 11 and we are pretending we don’t know each other.

Time is supposed to heal but every time I see you in lecture it hurts.

Us, from nothing, to everything, to nothing all in the space of a month.

That is the game that time plays.

In order to heal I must let time pass.

But on its way time will strike me with you.

In order to move on I must see you every week and relive our time together.

Time plays a game.

Time always wins, we can only hope to win alongside it.