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I don't know why (oh, I probably do) this story made me so emotional. Certainly something to do with clicking on Cher and having that soundtrack playing while I kept reading. The other night I was talking to Bobbie about love languages and she reckons there isn't a love language more valuable than time... and it was a lighthearted conversation but it's stuck with me all this week; especially the feeling of regret when time has not been invested well (like looking back and wishing you'd paid more attention to people/things that you were soon to lose). Yesterday I came across a poem in a zine about a watch that stopped ticking.... it was about a man who was always late for dinner and how his wife resented it... but it wasn't until she was gone that he realised what he'd sacrificed. For me personally, being on time has never been a big concern (in fact I loved living in south America where being hours late was really not unusual) but as i got older and began to understand how my being late impacted on others (especially socio-culturally) I have tried harder to... basically not be an asshole!! On the other hand, when I am late, I know that it's not because I don't care about other people, it's that I am an incurable optimist and I fully think I can fit in everything and my calculations are always based on best-case scenarios.!! Anyway, thanks for the nostalgic post, I lolled at those Dutch phrases - how beautiful language can be.

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