I never knew that 57 days could feel like a lifetime until I met you.
57 days I have loved you.
5 days spent in denial over the fact that I had fallen for you.
49 days spent realizing, knowing it had to be you.
24 of those days spent truly believing with all my heart that you loved me too and that we were meant to be.
3 days spent here broken hearted.
Each second since has been spent wishing I could go back to when we had never truly met. Wishing I could take every moment back, that way my heart wouldn’t end up all cracked.
But hey, at least now I’ve started to go numb because I’ve realized I’ll never be the one.