the price of love is 55

The price of love is not counted in coins.

Its worth is not measured in green paper...

But oh, how it costs us.

The price of love:

One elopement, desperate to be with you but not enough money for a proper celebration.

Two homes, never able to stay in one place, no matter how much we want to settle down.

Three states, unable to figure out where to go next.

Four years spent saying goodbye when it took so long to get to "goodnight."

Five mascara smudges on my pillow because the other half of my heart is missing.

Six pairs of socks in the drawer that you forgot when you shipped out.

Seven holidays spent staring at the wall when I should be in your arms.

Eight months of solitude, of touch starvation and deafening silence.

Nine times I've prayed to any god who might listen to bring you back home safely.

Ten fingers longing to be warmed by your skin.

...and I would pay every penny I have to do it all again.