One.

And this is due in part to my loss of words. To the moments where I can't find what words to explain, to describe, to narrate. To the moments where I sit and contemplate on what seems to be nothing tangible. To the moments crowded with thoughts of this and that, of her and him, of you and me. To the moments that can no longer be reiterated. To the moments that were once long gone, but have decided to haunt me. To the moments where being enough was quite sufficient, really. To the moments I miss and to the moments I've missed.