3 Months and 28 Days

I contemplated texting you for hours before I actually followed through.
It was our birthday, July 12, and we hadn’t spoken since we decided we weren’t meant for each other.
But I saw you on your story, you finally turned 18, like you’d been dreaming of.
So I did it.
I said happy birthday, thinking it wasn’t going to be much more than that, but of course it was going to be, it was never just a simple message with you.
We got back together on July 12, 2015, and here I am 3 months and 28 days later, crying in bed because you haven’t texted me in over 48 hours.
And I’m wondering what I did wrong.
And I’m wondering why we were brought back together.
And I’m wondering what the hell I was on when I sent you that message.
And I’m wondering if it was all a mistake.
If we were all a mistake.
But at this point I don’t think we can turn around.
Because I’m so invested, and I hope you are too.
You can’t just go back to normal after this.
It’s been 3 months and 28 days and my heart feels on fire, and my head is killing me, because I’m crying over you once again.