I met you on the 14th of May.
7 minutes until my wristwatch strikes 14 too.
I spent exactly 4 minutes and 23 seconds watching you talk about the things you love; the things that made me love you.

21 steps from the stairs,
I silently thanked my Aunt for asking me to spend the afternoon downstairs.
'Cause if she didn't, I might never met you.

2,995 I counted your followers.
Add me, and count it again.
16 hours since I found you and as well,
16 hours since you finally decided I was worth to know.

I sent you 11 songs. Songs that I love, songs that keeping me sane.
That was approximately 44 minutes and 38 seconds if you'll listen to all of it in just one sitting.

Counting as the time passes by, 1 beep after a minute of 3, you replied with an 8 letter words, read as; "Thank you."

And since then, it became a habit of me.
I learned to love the art of counting.
Counting seconds, minutes and hours.
I can't just stay still knowing how far, Far East was from North West.

Until after the 28th, you finally decided to leave.
I then remember, I spent 28 days wondering how can a certain person make me feel this way.
28 days, 672 hours, 40, 320 minutes and 2, 419, 200 seconds. I spent those time wishing it will last longer. Wishing you will stay longer.

But it didn't. You didn't. That was it.
You haven't even stayed for even a month.

Should I continue counting?
Even you already left?
If then, until when?
When are you coming back then?

Maybe you are thinking that I love numbers?
Well, no. It's you that I love.