Technically, its May 16th but it was the day of two's.
Day two that you're gone.
Day two of me working out.
Day two of me picking off all of my nail polish in anxiety.
The second time I'm painting my nails.
Got that? We're up to two manicures.
Day two of me being ridiculously sore.
A day where I had two total seconds out of the entire day that I wasn't feeling like I was going to literally die from pain.
Day two of me realizing that without you here with me, I don't feel human.
We've been together for almost exactly 3 months shy of 7 years. 2,436 days to be exact. I don't know if you know this or not, but that's kind of a long time. You're a numbers guy so I think you oughtta be able to see where I'm coming from with this.
I don't think it's sad that I feel this way. Not whole without you I mean.
I think its endearing.
I think it means something bigger than most people would be able to understand.
It means God didn't just make you and make me.
It means he made us.
He made our souls incomplete.
He meant for us to learn in our first 17 1/2 years of our individual lives that we couldn't do it alone. You without me and me without you was wrong.
It still is wrong.
Which is precisely why I don't feel human when you're not here.
Its beautiful.
Its heartbreaking.
Its raw.
Its incredible.
And babe, even though there are two of us, and it's you and me, it really comes down to being a thing of one.
Us.
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