He's been gone just over a week and you're starting to really miss him now. Not only that but you're toey too. You try to relax using the knowledge that time will go fast, and he'll be back before you know it.
You've got candles burning in your room - vanilla -, and it smells like his always does. It also reminds you of earlier this year, when you were sleeping on a mattress on the floor, with your cruiser lamp shedding a golden light from its little space in the corner. It's what you fell asleep to as they lay next to you, and the fan hummed.
Those were the days when you didn't really care about their feelings, or even whether you'd see them again. Of course, they already stood out as pretty incredible, but still, everyone has an ember of originality that you might like. Those were the days where you could walk around your house naked without fear of being caught. Not that you'd mind if someone saw you, more so that there was no one there to stop you. Those were the days when things weren't serious and you would try to impress him. Now you're scared to fail.
You like to read old messages.. old emails.. old conversations.. look at old pictures. It helps you trick yourself into thinking that they're still around. Well, still in the country. It's a bit difficult to see someone in no time, when they're that far away. So you recreate their presence. The sad part comes when you realise that you can't keep that up for long...
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