Today marks the 175th day since I last held your hand. Not a day passes when I do not count the ticking of the clock. But I have made progress. It’s been over 2 weeks since I last gazed at your Facebook profile picture. There’s hope for me after all.
In time, even when my heart protests, I will get over you. I will.
But tonight, I remember what seems like just yesterday. And my heart sheds torrents.