It took me 365 days to fall out of love.
Out of those 365 days, 152 days for me to feel your love:
Hear your laugh
have random conversations at 3am
go on walks by the sunset
Just listen to your voice and feel the warmth of your body holding my cold

152 days of those 365 days were the best days of my life.
The physical definition of happiness and joy.

But it took me 3 days to realise you were gone.
I no longer heard you laugh
I no longer saw the happiness in your smile when you saw me
I no longer felt the warmth of your body
I no longer was up until 3am

Those 3 days were instantly the worst days of my life
I lost happiness and joy and shook hands with sadness and resentment

It took me 24 hours to realise my world had just split in half, to realise my best friend had just walked out on me so easily.
I never imagined you leaving
I didn't want to to think about how it'd feel...
but when I realised it, it hurt.

Those 24 hours made me realise my whole world had exploded within seconds.
Whilst shaking hands with sadness and resentment, I met confusion and loneliness.

I am on day 365 with only memories and an imagination of what we could've been.
I am on day 365 and I am letting go.

Those 152 days are what I'm thankful for...
but so are the 3 days and 24 hours.
That gave me strength.

It took me 365 days to love me and 60 minutes to finally come to terms with the fact you were no longer mine and I would be left with nothing more but memories and wondering what we could'v been.