The first time, I was in a crappy mood, and I did my writing elsewhere.
The second time, I was in a weird mood, and I wrote this:
The minutes take eternities to pass, but somehow the years rush by.The third time, I totally spaced it off until days later.
Two years have passed in the blink of a teary eye.
I never thought it would happen. I fought for so long, I convinced myself that I was winning. I faked a smile for so long, I convinced myself that I was happy. I fell for so long, I convinced myself that I was flying.
I never thought it would happen. I never thought it could happen.
But it did.
My world still reverberates from the force of that impact.
I don't want to say any more.
I've already said too much, yet I could never never never say enough.
Those two words would lead to those three words would lead to a billion more words, and still it would not be enough.
And now it's the fourth time, that this date has come around. I finally feel like I've said everything there is to say. But it's still not enough.