Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes

How do you measure a year? 525,600 minutes. I bet you didn't even notice. Just another day in your life. The day my life flipped on its head and changed course completely. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I waited another month or so, or not done anything at all. I wonder where I'd be; where we'd be.

T minus 48 hours.

You used to be the one I rang at 11 o'clock at night when I was having a bad day. You used to be the one who solved all my problems. You were the one who made me believe that sometimes, Hollywood could come to life Now you're the reason I'm having a bad day. You're the one I'm crying over at 11 o'clock at night. These days, you create all my problems You're the reason I know the difference between Hollywood and reality. Everything I did was wrong. I know that, but at the same time, it was perfectly correct. I could not have done it any differently. I couldn't have gone on being the friend who loved you and not done anything about it. You've fucked up a year of my life, and I suspect a bit more than that too But I'm still sorry you're gone And as much as I try to tell myself I don't, I think I still love you.