I loved you two Christmases and a birthday ago. I loved you 321 days, sixty-six breakfasts and three movies ago. I loved you ninety-seven road trips, one beach trip, and two nights in one bedroom ago. I loved you through pancake and pizza, ‘honey’ versus just ‘call me by name’, bacon over apple, countless memories before. I loved you one book before, another one after. I loved you over the phone, between the silence, across the room, while another girl doesn’t know. Your girl. I loved you all along, during you and her. Infinite smiles, two dreams, almost shared a kiss, before conscience hit. I loved you, waking to the sunrise, sleeping to the sunset, all those days ago. I loved you before I asked you, “Do you love me too?” I loved you and you said nothing, yet I heard enough. I had enough. I loved you a thousand tears ago, two good cries after, I loved you one yearning before. I loved you with all those feelings ago. I loved you until all the feelings go.