One year, two days, four hours, and thirty-two seconds, that's how long it had been. The clock is continuing to count the same twenty-four hours; my mind still wanders across the same dangerous plains.

Two years, one month, three days, and seventeen minutes, that is how much time I have had to process the events of that night. The same night that was once going so well, turned dismal in the blink of an eye.

Exactly seven hundred and twenty hours after I'd thought my emotions were under control, you texted me; you alone broke down the walls that you forced me to build.

In two days and thirty-seven minutes, you had me believing you actually cared; that it was just a fling, it will never happen again. You made me feel secure in my insecurities.

In three years, you told me you loved me; you begged me not to go. In those same three years: I put up with your foolishness, I played along in your silly games, and I was your pawn.

In just two short days, you came back begging. You begged me to be joking, you begged me to take you back. There was part of me that wanted you with all of my heart, but then again, what would I know. I'm just a fool in love.