While I'm Waiting

While I'm Waiting

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Did you ever think that whatever you would do, you could always take it back like it never happened? Well in reality you can't. You just can't. What was to be was to be. But do you know, do YOU KNOW what hurts more than knowing that you can't rewind the clock, that you can't turn back the pages, that you can't shift the gear into reverse? What hurts more is waiting to wake up once more, just so that I can say I'm sorry all over again. Because while I'm waiting, I'm always loving you. *** Cover was beautifully created by my cousin @stelsfairytale. Love you and thank you so much for the help! If you need anything, cuz, just ask. *** Copyright © 2016 by millaloraine, alias Elsa Lawrence. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission from the author.
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Sequel to Love Is A Losing Game I could accelerate time so hours pass in minutes. I could slow time down, the world around me coming to a near halt at the blink of an eye. But I did not have the ability to go back in time and mend my mistakes. No, that is something that I had to face like everyone else. With sudden, lingering pangs of regret when I was reminded of what I'd done. With longing glances to the woman I knew needed space when I wanted nothing more than to be close to her. With stinging indents formed on my tongue from holding back everything I wanted to say. That's what everyone did, right? Wait until it's the right time to apologize, to explain my side of the story in the hope that she would understand at the very worst, forgive at the best. But even to someone who had all of the time in the world, it never felt like the right time. And, no matter how many times I imagined the conversation in my head, nothing I came up with sounded like the right thing to say.

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