I remember the fortune I got in that cookie. "Counting time is not as important as making time count." And it was right. It just took me a long time to understand. Makes you kinda think uh? When I got it, I wanted to crumple it up in my hand and throw it away. That's what I do with all my other fortunes. Then you said "no, just save it in your wallet for a rainy day." So, I unwillingly listened. I put it in my wallet with my spare change, and it was forgotten about for months. Months. One month, two months; all the way up to seven. Yes, I counted. I counted time. Oh yeah, a lotta of people would ask, "So how long have u been with your boyfriend?" Blah, blah blah....but the thing is, I didn't make that time count. You were gone from my grasp in the blink of an eye. I told you stop. You didn't listen. Stupid stuff. Really dumb stuff. All I did was sit and let it deteriorate you day by day. I didn't get to tell you what you meant to me. How much you meant to me. I can't breathe anymore because my breath is too heavy. I can't think anymore because my thoughts are too congested. Time is passing me by too quickly. I'm being left alone, because I'm too busy counting. Like it matters. What I do is just sit here, crave your presence, and ask for just one more minute. That could have changed my life. Can you imagine my surprise today when it fell out of my wallet? "Counting time is not as important as making time count." Yes. You were right. But now you're not here to listen to it. So good-bye my love. Until it is my time. I will make it count.

Lalaine Gloriani

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