The only time I wish time moved fast.

If only we could freeze those 'worth it' moments, not just in our memories, but relive them instantly.

The things that are worth striving for, in my eyes, are the laughter and chatter between the one I love. Touching the same person every day, not just sexually. Being able to notice first-hand small changes; Changes on his hands, rough from work. The random gifts of yellow roses (which he knows are my favorite). The constant words from his lips,"I love you." Who knew that at an age so young, I would be this madly in love.

My eyes glistened as I saw his smile, that he so bashfully tried to hide.

The Florida nights we lay hugging as we listened to the rain drip and drop.

So many wonderful memories, all short lived.

California calls me back to educate myself (the struggles of a first-generation college student) and to use the distance to test the resilience of my love, for us, once again. Time seems to move too slow, and I always complain about how I am growing up too fast. Although, if time moved fast I would be with him and having a blast.