THE QUESTION
It has been 2 months. I did the math. I'm good with that.
I also counted the sighs. But you don't wanna know that.
I think somewhere along the line I must have replaced the clocks in the house. Every tick was a stab at my chest.
I also counted how many times my left shoe touched the ground. For some reason I thought it would be an even number, but it isn't.
I counted the grains of sand that stuck to my car from our trip to the beach. They were close to the seconds that normally took me to sleep.
It has been 2 months and I can't bear it.
THE REPLY
Instead of counting you should've called.
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