There was never a day lived that isn't filled with the unknown. I'm always so lost whenever it comes to it and all that thrives within its atmosphere. It's been thirty years since I arrived in this world, 31 if you count the time I was in my mother's womb. It's been 28 years since I last felt a moment of clarity. 25 years since I last believed I understood anything about anybody else. 23 years since I first met her. 17 years since I first understood that I thought of her as more than a friend. 14 years since I first told her that. 12 years since she first accepted my feelings. 10 years since I first moved in with her. 8 years since I first felt my parents' disgust at me when I told them. 5 years since I first realised that she's begun to stare at the sky more. 4 years since I first heard that she hadn't talked to anyone besides me for months. 3 years since we first knelt in front of each other in fear of acceptance from everyone around us. 2 years since we first got married under the new moon. 1 year since she whispered her fears into my ear. 

1 year since she last told me, "I think... that it's time for me to leave."

A/N: I might have a good idea with this one...