5:19

Then I realized, we were no longer Merideth and Derek; vows on a piece of paper. We evolved. We fought. I broke. You gave up. Then a baby happened. Somehow I became April and you, Jackson. 

“At this moment there are six billion, five hundred and two million, eight hundred and sixty seven thousand, one hundred and twenty people in the world, give or take a few and sometimes all you need is one. For better or for worse.” 

I just want my bestfriend back. 

callme

i almost did it. i almost sent that text. i almost drafted another email. i need to know how you are. i need to hear your voice, something that sounds familiar besides the one i play over and over from the voicemail you sent two years ago. i need to remember you. i stumbled upon some text posts. i don’t know how i did but i did. written by someone who could have been you, missing someone, falling in love with another…it torn me apart because i knew there was no way it could be you. everyone keeps saying you’ve moved on. traveling now. this is torture. i loved you with everything within me. i still do. and now i’m better. i’ll listen. i’ve learned. teach me. i won’t argue. i won’t fight. i just want you. i want our future. i can’t pray the love away anymore. god won’t allow me to forget you. no matter how many times i beg to. i miss you. i want you to tell me everything: where have you been? who have you met? are you still eating when you’re hungry? i swear almost did it. i almost broke down again. was this the sign? call me. or even text me. please. it’s been one year, sixty-three days, twenty-two hours, three mins…but who’s counting. i’m ready.