She used to count the minutes from the moment their lips parted until they met again.
She used to count the heartbeats that hurt without him beside her.
She used to collect the tears she had shed waiting for him to return.
There are no more minutes to count, time has lost its meaning, it just prolongs the pain. The tears had disappeared, and nothing is left to make the heart beat faster. Her lips have dried out, but there are no tears that would trickle down her cheeks to console them.
And the memories, they just linger, like the bad taste in the morning after a drunken night.
All that is left is the struggle to kill the regrets, to walk away without looking back; to take that one memory that gets rid of all regrets.
She starts counting, slowly, quietly as she takes her first steps back towards reality. - A London minute #alondonminute