A Product of Insanity

It seems like a million centuries have passed since we fell in love.
It seems like a million decades the last time I embraced my freedom.
It seems like a million years since we revived our long lost love.
It seems like a million months since you stopped adorning me with your eyes.
It seems like a million weeks since the affection started turning to adjustment.
It seems like a million days the last time you held my hands and confessed your love for me.
It seems like a million hours have passed since our confused, half-broken, half-maimed love completely shattered.
It seems like a million minutes the last time you sealed our promises with a kiss.
It seems like a million seconds the last time my heart skipped a million beats for you.