Rhiannon

“One million fifty-one thousand and two hundred minutes. That’s approximately how many minutes I’ve loved you, It’s how many minutes I’ve thought about you, How many minutes I’ve worried about you, How many minutes I’ve thanked God for you, How many minutes I’ve thanked every deity in the Universe for you. One million Fifty-one thousand And Two Hundred Minutes. . .  One million fifty-one thousand and two hundred times. It’s how many times you’ve made me smile, How many times you’ve made me dream, How many times you’ve made me believe, How many times you’ve made me discover, How many times you’ve made me adore, How many times you’ve made me cherish, My life. (Gavin walks toward the back of the room, where Eddie is sitting. He bends down on one knee in front of her as he reads the last line of his poem.) And exactly one million fifty-one thousand and two hundred minutes from now, I’m going to propose to you, and ask that you share all the rest of the minutes of your life with me.”
― Colleen Hoover, Slammed