Friday, January 13, 2012
He told me he wants back the time when he loved me innocently. Mathematically, in the scale of eons and universe, no measurable time has past. On the scale of chemical reactions, elements have spanned their lifetimes, creation, from ceasing to exist in billions and billions of reactions since that time. He wishes I hadn't grown up and discontent, hadn't become something lustful within the realm of conquest. We are complicated now, very different from the two dimensional characters of naive idealism.