Loveable comes through

The time has almost come.
I feel more than what is able to write down, in this world, in this written language. There are always two versions I have to give. Kind of like a two-step programme. The first one is always a hypothesis, a conception, but always so beautiful, so beautiful. The second step is kind of a result from the first one. Including influences from the so called reality, measuring how well the hypothesis agrees with it.
ANYWAY. (I have to fragment everything to some point.)
What I really meant to say was that;
Dear, time is building walls around us, step over and come with me.