“Its 1:28 in the morning. 1:28 and I’m here, not asleep, but staring at the nothing that makes up my ceiling. Its 1:28 in the morning and I’m thinking about you. I’m thinking about you and it is 1:28 in the morning. I’m not yet sure whether it is the amount of sleep deprivation my body is experiencing or the fact that I simply don’t have it in me to process information anymore, but restating the obvious has made things a bit easier to understand. A minute has passed, making it 1:29 in the morning. It is now 1:31 in the morning. It is 1:31 in the morning and I am still thinking of you while I stare at nothing specific. It is 1:31 in the morning and I am coming to the realization that I love you for the 6th time in 24 hours. It is 1:32 in the morning and I am now equally (if not even more so) in love with you as I was at 1:31 this morning. Looking back to when I began thinking at 1:28 this morning, I realize that I loved you just as much then as I do now. I loved you minutes ago so I must have loved you hours ago. And if I loved you hours ago then I must have loved you days and weeks ago. It is now 1:34 in the morning and the one thing I am struggling to remember is the time when I didn’t love you (as I know there was one, but I hope that I never have to remember a time so dull.) It is now 1:37 in the morning. And I have never before loved you as much as I do right in the moment, and I will never love you as little as I do right now.”
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