I look back and remember how beautiful I thought you were.

Every scar, every flaw, all of the things you hated about yourself were equivalent to a tropic sunset in my eyes.

I think about the way my heart ached for you, how badly I wanted you to be okay and the way you struggled to fight off your demons every day.

And every time you fell to the ground, I was right there picking up the pieces of your broken hope.

I put you back together every time.

And I remember you telling me that you were nothing without me. That you and I were infinite. Forever.

But if I'm counting correctly,

It's been exactly 117 days since we've said a single word to each other.