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Sometimes, 547.5 days seem so far away I worry my heart could not possibly mend without going numb or falling asleep or forgetting what I learned or unfeeling what it felt so I remind myself that everything will someday be alright and even when the hurt hurts more than hurt should hurt, I know I’ll keep going because all the things that were hard in my past are now over and have colored who I am today, I think for the better, and so one must keep getting to the next day or even just to the next word, because some sentences are too long but eventually they end and you’re on to writing the next one.

Which will not be as long.