three

The days we were together.

Such a bittersweet phrase, isn’t it?

“The days we were together”.

A short period of time of being together gone in the past now.

But no, never forgotten about.

I think those three days were a tease.

A glimpse of what it could be.

What it could have been.

I fell in love with the moments we shared.

Cuddled up together until two in the morning.

Fell in love with each strand of your hair that ran between my fingers.

Oh, how could I write this without turning it into a corny, indirect letter about all of the things I love about you?

Anyway.

Three.

Three wonderful days.

Three days that felt like we were together.

Three words I said that quite possibly changed the course of events.

Did the three days end when I told you I loved you?

Or was that just the beginning of something else?