it's been 22 days since we last spoke. 1 month and 2 days since you decided we shouldn't be together anymore.
     I'm ashamed about how long it's been, that so much time could pass without the earth shattering.
     I never expected you to come back running. I know that when you make decisions, you make them concretely. My shame is in living each day normally, although you aren't here anymore.
     A little over a month--that's how long it took me to tell you I loved you.
     Do you think of me too?
     Because it's been 1 month and 2 days, and all I can say is, "I still love you".