And if the day were to whisper anything but the echo of the forest creatures would it really be a day worth living. If I wasn't always a few minutes behind my own schedule, and the boards didn't creek in this old house, would I know that it was a new day at all. Similarities yes, but there is something different here too, something I'm finding in myself because of you. The time passes slower for me, I pray he watches over these moments, the ones where I see you in a distant dream, on a sunset eve in November. I don't think we understand the weight we hold, the time it takes to be the person we're waiting for...