… was the day I managed to suck this straw and finished my drink in one breath.
It was the day you told me you had to go.
It was the day I told you you didn’t actually have to go.
It was the day you went anyway, leaving me alone at the parking lot to finally gain the strength to carry on.
It was the day I told myself to think that everything would be alright.
It was the day I believed that “Tomorrow will be better.”
It was the day before the day I died.
It was the day the 2012 apocalypse started (silly Mayans had no clue at all!)
It was the day.
It would always be the day.