twohundredtwelve.

The only reason I choose not to let you go is because you said you would always be there. No matter how many days pass, I wait for you to come right back through that door. If you never meant it, you should have never said it. You may no longer always be here, but your words will never leave me.

And we don't make eye contact when we have run-in's in town. Just a barely polite nod, and nervous stares towards the ground. I was a lover before this war-TV on the radio.