December. Zero days.

That’s when I told you that the things I was holding were going to drown me soon. and that maybe that was okay.


December. One day.

That’s how long it took before you told me you loved me too much to watch me drown myself.


December. Two days.

That’s when you decided to make me yours, so that you could keep my head above the water always.


December. One week.

That’s when I realized that the things I was holding would drag you down too.


January. One month.

That’s when I started to believe maybe I was wrong.


March. Four months.

That’s how long it took you to realize I was right.


March. Four months and two weeks.

That’s when you decided we were both wrong.


April. Five months.

That’s how long it took you to realize you were right the first time.


June. Seven months and two and a half weeks.

That’s when you started to think that maybe you were wrong again.


July. Eight months.

That’s when you finally decided you couldn’t live without me.


August. Nine months.

That’s how long it took for you to realize you were completely horrible at making this decision.


September. Ten months.

That’s when you came up with the idea to have your cake and eat it too.


September. Ten months and one day.

That’s how long it took for you to convince me to let you.


April. Seventeen months and one week.

That’s how long it’s taken me to realize I shouldn’t have…



Some things are still too heavy to hold. So now I’ll lay them on my heart, and hope they smother it whole.