That’s the number of days since ‘us’ was used to describe you and I. That number really should put everything in perspective, but sometimes, like right now, it doesn’t matter than it was two hundred days and one days ago, because two hundred and two days ago, I thought we were fine. I called you from the airport and you said you were looking forward to seeing me. Was it all a lie two hundred and two days ago? Or have we been simply kidding ourselves for the past two hundred and one days? I suppose I’ll never know. And two hundred and one days of thought has not given me any answers.

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