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That extra hour.

I lay there for about an hour or so, my lonely bed not whispering love only solitude.
I light candles to lessen the pain, lessen the memories and to bring about some warmth to the bedroom.

If truth be told its not about the bedroom and the antics that would follow into those doors, its about the extra hour we get everyday to ourselves, that hour to be alone or that hour to be with our friends.
That hour where our minds can race through our imaginations and cause only havoc on reality or that hour that seems to go by so fast, we wished we had another one.

Sometimes we venture out of our comfort zone, try to be someone different for a slight period of time.
We think we can cheat the mind by such actions but as I realized lately the emotion that comes with it can be overwhelming.

I use to admire her advice so much so that I took it up once.
It was truly a telling time were us friends formed to become such a union but now as the times have changed were all left uncertain of this friendship.
The nights were heavy and the tales that emerged after were only spell binding to those who listened, but while that hour went by so fast and was so eventful I cant help but wonder what happened to differentiate the two.

I done it, that of the past and while I wiped the tears from my face for the after affect had such emotion to rock my core and make me rethink my actions she sat there in silence until I calmed down.
"Go asleep, rest those eye's for it's sights have been heavy".
The lines of reality and fiction draw ever closer to this problem, this dangerous addiction of make believe, yet her guidance cant be mistaken for lies, she speaks only truth for her time was before mine and much worse.

This is the problem between the two.
I knew her as someone much different then, I didn't know her power until this year and the trouble she can bring, she can hold me back at times but always pushes me for more.

My hour today was spent in bed thinking of the two that have emerged from this.
She doesn't love, she doesn't hate, she only wishes for that extra hour.

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