I used to count backwards from 10 as a child. By the time I said one I would imagine some sort of chaos that would occur right in front of me. Whether it be something exploding or something shooting up in the sky. When nothing happened, I'd be somewhat relieved that everything is safe and sound yet disappointed that a slight expectation was let down.

Now when I count from 10... I see your face.
At 9, your smile which lights something up inside me that I thought was dead long ago.
8, I see your lips - ravenous against mines.
7, your greedy hands moving crazily in different directions.
6, your warm breath against my neck moving down my spine slowly.
5, the first little argument.
4, the sweet whispers said over smooth tasting wine.
3, the handwritten crinkled goodbye letter.
2, the single last glance over. And at last,
1, where it's over and yet you're still there.

I'm relieved. But slightly disappointed.