Time flies (Translated version)

 

"Do you know which is the most valuable gift you can make for someone? Your time! Because it is the only gift that will never return back to you. And the most priceless gifts are the selfless ones".

She didn't disagree. 

And the clock of the central square ticked and created another memorable moment. 

"Well, I'm not going to say goodbye, it's not the last time", she said with a promising look. " I'm leaving... " and she left without looking back. 

The engine of the bus was, now, increasing the distance between them. Meters, kilometers, countries and languages. 

Cars, buses, planes, ships and trains aren't moved by last words, farewells and goodbyes. 

However, it's not the wheels fault that are rolling. Even if they'll start by the next sunrise the waving of the goodbye hand at the station would be once again bitter. It will be bitter, because the quality time that they shared together gave him an unforgettable preciousness. 

He laid his head on the big, cold window of the bus. 

"Indeed some goodbyes are very bitter", he thought " fortunately that we never said them".

However,  if this "again" never comes around? And if that "see you again" becomes only a word? And if the thousands and thousands kilometres remain unaffected between our acquaintances, our relatives and our friends? 

He blew out with one breath "Time flies over us... and it leaves it's shadow behind... "

Time. 

The time that transforms from an eon to a second, from boring to anguished, from daily to controversial. I wonder, do we ever look him in the eye as a precious treasure or do we spread him as a cheap and common dollar bill?

Time, unfortunately, doesn't step back. He remembers and holds words and moments, gazes and touches. However, he also remembers things that haven't been told, things that haven't been done, because delay left them for later, a later that never came.

We never had time in our hands for us to lose him, but we lost him when he was given to us so lavishly.

Time flies. 

That's the only certain thing in the world. 

Let's not leave it for later. 

Now... before it becomes never. 

The "I'm sorry" we never said, the hug we never gave, the "I love you" and "Thank you" that we never got to mumble, not even to our closest people. 

The determined and controversial decisions that we never took. The meaning of life that we never searched for, the essence of our choices that we never wondered for. 

As for the ones that are afar, for all those that a few days were enough to create a lot of memories ( and time flows for them making the next meeting more possible or impossible...) don't worry.

Really

It doesn't matter much. Love also works wireless. 

Especially when God regulates the frequencies 

Our soul keeps her memories... 

True friendships never end, only pause... for the next time. That next time that may be here on earth or at the place that time doesn't fly. 

Time flies but you are the pilot. 

For all those 

That are far away on earth

But close to the heart.