Days. 2015.

One thousand
Two hundred
And eighteen days
With you.

Infinite kisses.
Infinite moments
Just staring into
your eyes
Thinking,
“I really fucking love you.”

One hundred
And seventy days
Without you.
And it’s as though
You never really existed.

As if
You were
Nothing
But a beautiful dream.

-p.e

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