109 days.
yes, i'm that crazy person who counts the days. i can't help it; there's a solitude in numbers.
but, yes. i've been single for 109 days, and i'm not sure which feels longer: those actual 109 days or the idea of 109 days. 109 days. days of holding onto an idea. days of longing for all the ones before them. days of thinking about someone who isn't thinking about me. days of "i'm fine", "i'll be okay", and "no, really, it's okay". days of brave faces and stiff upper lips. days of frustration. days of anger. days of sadness.
you know, some 123 days ago, i promised myself that this year would be different. i swore to myself that this year would be unlike all the others. that this would be the year things changed, and now, i'm swiftly approaching its halfway point, knowing that i am. i am changed. i am broken.
whether we meant to or not, we broke me.
109 days of broken.
posted by brett @ 4:28 PM
1 Comments:
wow, what a simple, yet powerful post. Here's hoping you get past your pain soon.
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