Time Doesn't Stop For Wishes

A Story by Oliver Lee

A short poetic story about love

I can’t figure out if I’m stuck in reverse or if I’m too far ahead to where I can’t see behind me anymore. Just when things get good; They aren’t anymore. And sometimes I feel so close to paradise that I think

“This is it. This is all I’ve ever needed. I am absolutely at my happiest”. And then something happens. Every damn time.

Sometimes, I wish I could stop time. Isn’t that a little ironic? I feel like I’m standing still, yet still I want time to stop? Yes, sometimes I wish time could stop. In the instant that I’m with him. The feeling I know we both get under the November warmth of the stupid blanket in his stupid living room. When we both wanted a drink but we both couldn’t get up. And when we eventually got up and exposed our legs to the freezing air of the winter house, we got each other drinks. We know how we like it. His; tea, lots of sugar, no milk, it upsets his stomach. Mine; coffee, black and bitter. He would always ask how I could drink something like that. And I would just reply “because”. I wish I could’ve stopped time that night. I wish things didn’t go wrong. I wish my happiness wasn’t always cut so short. And even as I say it I know wishes seldom come true.