He's not here this weekend.
Mom's away with my brother in France, and I'm at home trying to focus on my final essay.
The apartment feels empty. It's too quiet. I keep turning on the lights in all the rooms, just so it feels less dark and alone. I get lonely so quickly, it's amazing. Amazingly horrifying. I'm too used to his warmth and his voice and... What am I to do in this state? How did I become like this?
I miss him.
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