Debunkifying?

It's been 181 days.

5 months and 30 days.

25 weeks and 6 days.

4,344 hours.

260,640 minutes.

15,638,400 seconds.

I sat in that dark car, and laughed with delirious assumed understanding and bottled relief. 181 days before today.

 

So, 181 days.

5 months and 30 days.

25 weeks and 6 days.

4,344 hours.

260,640 minutes.

15,638,400 seconds.

Seems like enough time to let alcohol-soaked cotton swabs infiltrate the lungs of butterflies and wanderers and all manner of flying things. 181 days before today.

181 days.

5 months and 30 days.

25 weeks and 6 days.

4,344 hours.

260,640 minutes.

15,638,400 seconds.

I think I understand. This day. Day 182. Month 6. Hour 4,345. Somewhere between the minutes of 260,652 and 260,689; second 15,638,472 or 15,638,463. 

181 days before today.

We left the acidic disease behind us, and thought we could move on. 

We cracked instead. And for

181 days.

5 months and 30 days.

25 weeks and 6 days.

4,344 hours.

260,640 minutes.

15,638,400 seconds.

I've been trying to pretend it wasn't so. 

She talks about him as if they are what we were before

181 days.

5 months and 30 days.

25 weeks and 6 days.

4,344 hours.

260,640 minutes.

15,638,400 seconds.

It hurts. The stories she tells, were mine before the needle started to jump wildly. Before the quake hit.

And today, I understand. 

181 days.

5 months and 30 days.

25 weeks and 6 days.

4,344 hours.

260,640 minutes.

15,638,400 seconds.

ago, was the moment he realized that, try as he may to make it so, I could not fill the void those lovely eyes left.

 181 days.

5 months and 30 days.

25 weeks and 6 days.

4,344 hours.

260,640 minutes.

15,638,400 seconds.

ago was the moment he debunked the mystery of our failure. 

Day 182 was the moment for me.