How long does it last?
How long until we stop holding each other’s hands? How long until we stop staring endlessly into one another’s eyes?
How long until the days of feeling the warmth of your body in my bed become nights of a missing piece to a puzzle beside me?
How long until I no longer say, “good morning” to you every morning?
When will the time come where you no longer tell the world how much you love me and I just become a faded memory?
How long until we allow others to dictate the beauty we created and turn it into a disaster?
Maybe when we ignore the bullshit this theory of, how long will never come and we will never have to question when or how long.