1 year 3 months 22 days that's how long I had the pleasure of loving you, of calling you mine.
4 short months is how long I was over joyed to call you my fiance.
7 months 2 days that's how long I've had to live without you.
4 months 3 days until the date we would have said I do.
Now I sit and dread that day as the month approaches. I plan to avoid you at all cost. You don't know the plan because I don't want you to know.
I can't stand you knowing.
I can't handle knowing it will never happen. How every day leading up will be harder than anything life could throw at me. The day you left I lost part of my soul and I'll spend the rest of my life searching and longing for my missing piece to return.