Flirting with Time

It was never meant to be anything more than a mere passing flirtation. A smile. A friendly wave. The occasional wink and giggle. It was never meant to be anything serious. I didn't want to grow up, to settle down, but the idea intrigued me. So much so that I couldn't just drop it. I couldn't forget it and walk away.

So, I stayed close. Not too close. Close enough to feel the butterflies in the pit of my stomach, but not so close as to turn those butterflies into something more solid and nauseating.

Back and forth I flew, acknowledging, but never accepting. Tasting, but never indulging.

And on it went. Until one day, I looked at myself in the mirror - truly looked. That's when I realized. I may have only flirted with time, but time had been stalking me. And when I wasn't looking, when I was so caught up in myself, time had captured me and took me against my will. And now, I will never be the same.