Everly.

Hours.

It had been exactly 129 hours since I last saw the fine structure that assembled her face. I can't even believe I am sitting here letting her completely take over my thoughts. I know I have to get up and make my way toward work, but literally nothing in me wants to do anything that she isn't involved in. She had sent me a couple texts here and there, first letting me know she had made it home safely. I have been finding myself with my thumb over the send button next to her name on multiple occasions before coming to and realizing what I was about to do. Every Thursday there was this group of younger girls that would come in and sit at my end of the bar. They always tried to grab my attention but constantly failed. I hardly flirted my way through tips for the evening and when it was time to leave I had never been more relieved.

Kicking my shoes against the ground while walking home I bumped into Trenton who was also just leaving work for the night. "Hey man, you seem pretty down lately, you okay?" No, actually I'm not, but you don't have to bring it up and make things awkward. "Yeah man, just tired from working, that's all." We chatted our way back into the apartment and called it a night. My dreams were filled with memories of our two days together. I know it seems crazy, and trust me I feel the same way, but I just can't shake this feeling. I wake up to my phone on what seems to be a constant buzz, and I quickly answer in frustration. What comes from the other end however, shakes my mood almost instantly. "Hey, I know I have been calling over and over, but I didn't know who else to call right now." She was crying, and my heart began to shatter. "Hey, hey don't worry about it. What's going on?" I am worried enough for the both of us. "I told Ashton what happened while I was in the city...and..." She starts sobbing uncontrollably and I already know how this sentence is ending. "Hey calm down it's going to be okay, but why did you tell him anyway?" I probably should not have even asked that, but I did because I wanted to know if she had been feeling the same way since we last saw each other. Now I felt like I was going to get my answer. "We broke up. And this time, I think it is for good." As much as I wanted to sympathize for her, I was almost elated at the fact that I could now take her as my own, well hopefully.

After an hour of trying to get her to calm down, I think it finally worked. We ended the conversation on a lighter note than it began, and I felt good about that. She had agreed to call me later tonight and I was already counting down the hours. 

Hour 364. We have been talking more and more everyday. I feel like it's becoming more of an addiction to her voice now. I am literally counting down the days until I can see the way her cheeks fill the space below her eyes. The way her lips perfectly pout, begging you for your touch. How can this one girl, who I had only spent less than 48 hours with, literally consume every thread of my thoughts. 

"Hey :)" the first text reads. "Hello beautiful." I hope I'm not being overbearing, but hey it's true. 

"I can't wait to see you again! only a week left!" I am literally dying at the thought now. I feel like I should plan stuff for us to do, but honestly I am not very good at that sort of thing. I am more of a see where it goes kind of person. I just go along with whatever I'm feeling in the moment. One week. I can't believe I have sat here for the past two weeks day dreaming and texting a girl I have barely known for a whole two days. What have I become?  I shouldn't let myself get this way, but I do. 

Hour 532. She arrives. I am so excited that I take a cab all the way to JFK to get her, and I don't even care what the meter is reading when I see her pop out of the crowd of lost travelers. We have an awkward embrace, an almost hug I guess you could call it.  I should have suspected this though, we did only hang out for a minimal period of time. "Are you hungry? Tired? Is there anything I can get you?" I am being pushy, but I want to make sure she is comfortable, I am not even sure how long her flight from Cleveland would be, but all flights are uncomfortable for me no matter the distance. "I am okay right now, just ready to be outside and do something other than sit next to two snoring middle aged men." I am surely annoyed at the thought.  

"Well I have a couple things in mind we could do, if you're up for crowds of people?" I ask nervously, because other than the concert in the park that everyone I know is attending I am honestly not quite sure what else we could do on a Wednesday night.  "Yeah! I am honestly ready to get out and let loose!" She says giggling, and it has to be the best noise I have ever heard  exit a human being. I take her to her brothers place on 12th, and walk the short walk back to mine. I let her get settled in for an hour or so, before I start getting anxious and text her. "Hey, are you ready to go? I think everyone is meeting up first, I can be at your place in five." She sends back, " I am ready when you are, sorry!" I'm out the door before reading the last part of the text.