i'll have to watch the other direction because perception is blissfully the deception which keeps us alive, i could be all like:
The joy and wonder of these two months only succeeds in twisting the knife in the wound of this tortured wait.
The apprehension would succede in fullfilling the fatalistic philosophy of prophecy. i love her and i need to be happy. If time needs to exist in all directions at once for me, let them all have happy endings and mild forecasts.