65 Days.

You have no idea how much listening to Audioslave makes me think of you and you only and makes me go so blue. You have no idea how much I’m trying not to count the days but still machine-like do it everyday. You have no idea how much I want to write to you everyday, all the time, day and night, but always hold back because I have nothing interesting to say. You have no idea how much I love you, but you will have. Not soon enough.