The time-turner.

"Flow not the sands of a humbled clock,
for time lost cannot be regained."

The person I've held dear for so long, reached out to me, but I backed away, both in fear and agony.

Perhaps it's for the better, because I know I will succumb to the comforting folds of his voice, the softness of his embrace and the painful throes of our pained contact.

I'm just hoping and wishing the best from afar because that's where I feel slightly safer, less vulnerable. My life, is a choice I'm making & I stand by the decisions I've made yesterday (good or otherwise) for today & the decisions I make today, for tomorrow.

Just as an agreement to sever all contact, was made, it should be abided as wills oft are reviewed, rewritten, in lieu of changed hearts.

My heart hasn't changed, but as with circumstances, grown cold, but not bitter, not resentful.
It doesn't despise. It still loves.
It doesn't move on, it still pines.
It doesn't remain hopeful though.

Because all it took, was one night to convey the understanding of how wrong I was in my misplaced faith, exchanged for with...

The threat that I will never want to look back upon.