Eighty-nine days. Twelve weeks. Three months.
2136 hours. 128,160 minutes. 7,689,600 seconds
However you want to say it; that's how long ago my life changed.
During this time my heart has been mangled to the point of no return.
I question everything now; I over-think the smallest things.
and still I'll sit here and say I've never felt more alive.
On that note, I've never felt more broken.
I'm seventeen; and for the first time I believe everyone when they said I'm too young. I'm in love, there's no disputing that fact, but this love comes at a great cost.
This feeling of absolute adoration is something I'm not sure I should have the power to give. But I can't go back, I can't give this love back, to whatever source of power it originated from; I can only give it away but in turn, I must give a part of who I am.
Saying "I love you." Is more than just a simple saying of words; more than a simple phrase. When you speak those three words, and you mean them, expect to say goodbye to your heart.
And the thing is, my thing is; I can't possibly ask him to stop hurting me, because I like the pain. I like the moments when I feel his absolute love for me. I love those few moments that makes the pain worth it.
