Thread:TurquoiseEmber/@comment-35989680-20190901004447/@comment-35137341-20190907182921

it's been two hundred and one days three hours eighteen minutes and forty-six seconds. but I can finally say it: i'm over you.

i no longer think about the way your eyes crinkle when you smile or the way your lips move when you read or how your hands always found their way into my hoodie pockets, perfectly intertwined with mine.

i no longer read our midnight text history, telling me you loved me, that you missed me or reminding me of our inside jokes that no one else thought were funny.

i no longer remember the sound of your voice, the taste of your mouth or how your bedroom looks when the first rays of daylight come up.

i no longer recall what you said that day, or how long it took me to process it or how long it took me to start crying over it.

it only took two hundred and one days three hours eighteen minutes and forty-six seconds to wipe you from my memory.

but if you said that if you said you wanted me, today, tomorrow, or ever, i'm sure it would all come back to me.