It's been almost 4 months since we were together, since I had my arms wrapped around your waist, dreading the day there wouldn't be an "us" anymore, little did I know that day was unfolding right in front of my eyes. Part of me knew I guess, that that very moment would be the last time my fingers lingered across your skin, tracing every freckle and curve like a constellation, that it would be the last time my lips met yours, the last time that I would feel whole. Ever since then the days move slower and the minutes last hours and every second not spent with you is a second wasted.