Days. Hours. Minutes.

18 days.
432 hours.
25920 minutes.


That is the length of time it has taken me to fall for you. The length of time it has taken for you to become a fixture in my life. The length of time it has taken for my heart to be ripped apart by you. The length of time it took for me to stop smiling when your name popped up on the screen.

4 days.
96 hours.
5760 minutes.


That it the length of time it took you to fall for me. The length of time it took you to ask me a real question. The length of time it took me to admit that I could, maybe, possibly end up liking you.

8 days.
192 hours.
11520 minutes.


That is the length of time it took me to admit that you were kinda pretty. The length of time it took you to tell me you liked my eyes; even though I already knew it was nice to hear from you directly. The length of time it took for us to just relax and talk.

18 days.
432 hours.
25920 minutes.


That is the length of time it took for me to want to shut this down. The length of time it took for me to see past the ocean-gem eyes and shut down. The length of time it took for you to tell me about her. The length of time it took you to tell me I am nothing more than second best. If even second best.

0 days.
0 hours.
2 minutes.


The length of time it took me to open that text. The length of time it took me to read the text. The length of time it took for my chest to tighten, the feeling of breathing long gone. The length of time it took for everything to change.

 

chloen

YWP Alumni

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