1,036,800 minutes since our first meeting.
259, 200 minutes since the fateful realization.
24,480 minutes until the hopeless valediction.
108 cups of coffee drank.
5 million words written.
3 thousand tears I've cried.
And one person, smitten.
Pomp and Circumstance may play as you walk away, but there's one thing you should know: I will miss you when you sacrifice yourself for all the places you'll go.
