hurricane- luke hemmings

Three

Three

It's been six years, eight days, fourteen hours, thirty six minutes, and eleven seconds since the time I met Luke. It's been six years, eight days, fourteen hours, thirty nine minutes, and forty five seconds since I began to fall for Him. Five years, seventeen days, five hours, twenty five minutes, and four seconds is the time that Luke confessed he'd fallen back. Only two years, three days, five hours, four minutes, and six seconds since Luke stopped loving me.

All this was, is, is bought time. Heaps and heaps of unneeded time spent on things we won't always get to love, live through or feel every single day. That unneeded time is granted to people who need to feel or given to people who strive for reassurance. I was, am, one of those people who can't feel until they're broken. This bought time was only for me to feel what everyone else felt. Like some curse sent from the gods above. Like they had to make it fair to everyone else, so they sent some man they knew would break me, for me to learn to love and then learn to let go of.

It's tough, trying to fall out of love I mean. After almost four years of loving someone you just have to let go.

I got attached. I don't regret it. Hell, what else did they expect me to do ? Let him love me and deny everything we'd worked for because I was afraid to let someone in ? I could never. It's impossible.

When you love someone so much, with everything in you, it's completely impossible not to keep loving them for forever. And I know, with everything inside of my heart that I can't stop loving him, he's all I've ever loved so easily, so gracefully, so beautifully. And that's okay, it's okay to always love him, because I know that I will.