Feb 2017
Eighteen months. A year and a half. The better part of it spent with the other half of us, learning how to put your two lives together.
It's kind of amazing to look back at something great that you created with someone else. To see the up and down parts and how you both reacted and acted.
Eighteen months.
There were times where I maybe should've walked away. When I should've left instead of coming back again and again for more. But love is a funny thing. It doesn't communicate with your brain. It makes decisions before you have time to think about it.
Eighteen months.
We were on top of the world. It was us against the world. You were mine and I was yours. It was that simple. There wasn't a doubt in my mind when I said I wasn't ever gonna let you go.
One month.
It's been one month since it happened. Since the distance and time have swallowed us up. The end wasn't as simple as we would've liked it to be. But it was the end. The end of something beautiful and worth remembering.
It's kind of amazing to look back at something great that you created with someone else. To see the up and down parts and how you both reacted and acted.
Eighteen months.
There were times where I maybe should've walked away. When I should've left instead of coming back again and again for more. But love is a funny thing. It doesn't communicate with your brain. It makes decisions before you have time to think about it.
Eighteen months.
We were on top of the world. It was us against the world. You were mine and I was yours. It was that simple. There wasn't a doubt in my mind when I said I wasn't ever gonna let you go.
One month.
It's been one month since it happened. Since the distance and time have swallowed us up. The end wasn't as simple as we would've liked it to be. But it was the end. The end of something beautiful and worth remembering.
