(Written June 28, 2017)
Eight months ago today, I met you.
Three days later, I had fallen harder for you than I had for anyone else Four days later, I had fallen in love But I had also realized how incompatable we were That the important things didn't match up and we would never agree The six weeks that followed consisted of roundabout and sporadic conversations Trying to make something that would never work, work You started to slowly disappear Leaving for days And then weeks... At a time I tried to cling the five to ten minutes I got to talk to you every other week In two monhts, I lost over fifteen pounds over the lack of food because of the stress And one day, I gave you the warning... I would be back in about a week I had to take a break from it all The stress had caused me to have an axiety attack when I'd never had one, nor felt like having one in the eighteen years of my life And when I came back? You were gone Eight months ago today, I met the love of my life And six months ago, he left And six months later, I'm still crying