1000 Days and Then Some
Just minding my business on a Friday night.
I had an awesome time.
Da fuck?
Did I just hear what I think I just heard?
Your words.
You telling me your words.
This was going to be the year I didn’t talk to you.
I….
Fuck…
Words and stuff.
What does one say after 1000 fucking days?
Hey baby.
Hearing your voice.
Fuck.
Is this a middle of the night, drunk and lonely, fuck with annie call? Or is this your emotions finally reaching the surface because you cannot contain them any longer?
I guess that remains to be seen.
The hurt we inflicted upon each other in the end is still palpable.
But our stories are different.
That’s how perspective works.
Yes, I walked away. Not because of you. But for me. I couldn’t watch you walk away one more time. It had to be me this time.
Do I regret it? Every hour of every day.
I vowed I would not date anyone while I was in love with you.
It’s cruel to fuck with others emotions like that.
So, here I am. 1000 days later. Unencumbered.
I am really proud of the person I’ve become in the last three years. I did it for me, but I’ve also done it for an us that I don’t know even exists any more. I want you to be proud of the person I’ve become.
I want you to know the woman I’ve become.
1000 days may as well have been two minutes. When I heard your voice, time disappeared.
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