187 Days.

187 days turned into nights holding the same emotions. 187 Days turned into two years and I could not honestly tell you it had not been three. Three days missing, three minutes crying, three months laughing. 187 Days turned into a book of things I wish I kept to myself but could not. I never could. Minutes to days, into months and then years. It was just yesterday. A set of words falling in love and deciphering through the darkness of his addiction, the green of my anger and the peace in wa...