People always say that time flies when you're having fun. And, yes, it really does. That would explain why I could spend hours and hours and hours with you and, yet, it never seems to be enough.
Every time it was time to go, I lingered around, hoping the time with you would last longer. Just when the elevator arrived, we would hug, trying to make the most of the very last moment. As the doors closed, we would both say goodbye with a forced smile.
But I know it did not really end there.
Because every time, I would look up to your window as I drove past the building, and every time, I saw your shadow by the window, watching as I drove off.
...And every time, I would smile to myself and secretly say, "I love you."
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