We spoke about life together. And after the smiles and cuddles, your expression changed to one of sadness. You were sad about how everything was so temporary and fleeting.

"What about us?", you said.
“Are we just hitching a ride until something better comes along?”

So go ahead, ask me again about how our days are numbered. And I will tell you that this is true. Our days are indeed numbered.

But numbered by the amount of times you hug me from behind when I least expect it. Or the number of hours we spend awake whispering to each other over the telephone. What about the numerous times you read a text from me and smile from ear to ear like a crazed fool. Or all those minutes that have been lost tracing the veins on your hands and giving each of them feminine names. Let’s count the days by the amount of stolen glances we share. Or the secret jokes only we are privy to. I’ll count the days as I count the freckles on your back. And you number yours by the unexpected kisses you give me when no one is watching.