It's been three hours since I last saw you, three hours since I said goodbye again. Three long hours, three short hours since you disappeared around the corner with a smile. I hate that corner, you know, because you always go around it and then I don't see you.
It's been two and a half days since we went to see that old black and white film, and we were the only two in the theater. Two and a half days since we sat with your arm around me, shouting at the bad acting of those timeful characters, and laughed. We laughed. Remember that? It felt good to laugh.
It's been a day less than a week since we walked all the way up to the top of the hill, the hill that overlooks everything and anything lovely and ugly. You can see the entire city, but the city's not very big, and it makes you feel lost in some sort of matrix that you can't escape from. It's been a day less than a week since I couldn't find my heavy coat, and I went anyway even though it was almost below zero. A day less than a week since you told me if I didn't take your coat, you'd have to hold me close until I was warm enough to walk back down. A day less than a week since I didn't take your coat.
It's been two weeks and three days since you came back from that eternity of a week. Two weeks and three days since I spent so long convincing myself it was alright to miss you. Two weeks and three days since you came the other way around the corner, and I have never loved that corner more.
It's been just a month since you held my hand and we ran along the river until I couldn't breathe anymore. Just a month since I leaned against your chest and you kissed my forehead. Just a month since you pushed me into the river and then declared your undying love while watching me struggle back to shore. I like your laugh.
It's been fifty-seven days since you kissed me for the first time.
It's been seventeen weeks since a perfectly normal day happened. Seventeen weeks since a perfectly normal day, standing in front of the video store, waiting for it to open. Seventeen weeks since I stood on tiptoe and impulsively kissed your cheek. Seventeen weeks since you turned around and picked me up and hugged me so tight, just because I kissed you.
It's been three thousand, eight hundred sixty-four hours since you came around that corner just to say you missed me.
It's been four hundred fifty-three thousand six hundred minutes since we held hands for the first time, at a concert for some band that was horrible. But I didn't mind.
It's been four hundred ninety days since I found out you loved me. And four hundred eighty-three days since I told you I loved you.
And it's been 2.37 years, 856.05 days, 20,761.2 hours, 1,245,672 minutes since you came around the corner. 123 weeks since you smiled at me for the first time.
Only fourteen hours till I get to see you again...
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