3 months.

That's how long it had been since our last interaction.

3 months.

I missed it.

2 years.

That's how long it would be until we would see eachother again.

2 years that he would spend in Brazil, and I somewhere else in the world.

6 years.

That's how long we've known eachother.

6 years traveling through the awkwardness of junior high and the drama of high school.

But despite it all, he stood by me.

6 years.

4 hours.

That's how long we had together until the 730 days apart began.

No phone calls.

No texts.

No Facebook.

Just letters.

4 hours left.

Yet, despite the 3 months apart and the 2 years looming ahead, it felt as if no time had passed at all.

We talked with ease.

He listened to my problems.

He laughed at my jokes.

He reminded me of why I call him my best friend.

He reminded me that there are a million reasons to smile.

240 minutes.

It wasn't long.

But it'll hold me over for the next 1051200 minutes.