When 'time' slips through your fingers, it's like the pages of a novel you wished you had savored rather than skimmed. Your 'taking time for granted' now feels like a single, long chapter you wish you had read with care.
""I can't survive this distance between us , my heart feels heavy . I've been thinking about you since we had the last convo . Munnu come back to me.""
It sounds like the distance between you feels like a heavy presence you keep carrying. Thinking about that last conversation keeps that feeling close.
