I have loved you with my inner most being for 760 days. I have adored you for 1,491 days. I have known you and liked you for 2,219 days. Of my 11,842 days, you have been a part of some of the happiest days. Perhaps, that would mean little to me if I had an additional 5,500 days. Fuck you. I love you so much.
You are my everything and yet nothing. My heart holds hope, but expects nothing. I am blessed, but cheated.
*I found this in my drafts and wanted to share it. What a ride.