For three weeks he consumed me. 21 days of 3 a.m. phone calls, conversations that lasted the night, falling asleep to the sound of his voice as the sun gleamed through the window. 504 hours of devotion. Of passion. Of sweetness. Of us. 10,080 minutes later, and I am alone. Again. Every second without him feels like eternity.
But who’s counting?
– Christine Castro

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