...before the clock struck 6

So we raised our eyebrows and chucked in disbelief, thinking that it was absurd to ask for what you want and need. We resolved our conflicting thoughts silently because we knew that it was never overreaching waiting for love the right way. But what was love the right way? We had yet to understand what it meant to love another person before the clock struck 6. We stared awkwardly at each other thinking that we'd find answers there. We found the lies we'd been telling each other and the underlying tapestry of lies we'd both weaved with golden threads of imaginations and black frazzled threads of a reality that was unheard-of. Our stories had been created like the constellations; they told stories and tales of a life we never had. I sold her on my spotless past and she sold me on her character which was camouflaged to impart compassion and care. Whatever we shared; had been sold on the premise that love could only exist in a perfect world. A perfect world that has, since the beginning of time, been a facade.