[11:17:14pm]
it's been thirty five days or
eight hundred and forty hours or
fifty thousand four hundred minutes and
i've spent almost every single night
crying

[11:25:29pm]
i wonder if you remember how you felt
when you rolled over in the morning and
there i was, next to you
i wonder if you knew
that at that moment i had
never seen someone so beautiful
in my entire life

[11:34:31pm]
my mother says you can tell a lot
about a person from what
their hands are like
whenever i think of yours i can
still feel the patterns you spent forever
tracing on my back

[11:37:58pm]
i drove down  
every single road it took
to take me home that one night and
i'm still curious as to why
you took the long way home

[11:41:56pm]
i spend a lot of time thinking, wondering
1. about you
2. still, you

[11:46:38pm]
i forgot how to stop
when it came to us
i should have known it
would be 11:46:38pm
thirty five days later
and i would still be writing
about the boy who didn't
give a ******* ****