And it has been exactly
ONE year,
TWO trips up a mountain at night time, just because I know how much you love the sky,
THREE times you have looked over at me with your exotic green eyes, and down my body to my arms and softly stroked my wrist, your lips softly murmuring a prayer,
FOUR times I have told you the same lie before I choked on the truth,
FIVE weeks since I saw tears in your eyes when I told you the real reason I cannot sleep at night,
SIX days I have been sick from waking up gagging on the reality of my dreams
SEVEN hours since I saw you waving at my gate, saying how I didn't need to tell you what my favourite flower was,