Sunday, February 1st, 2015
Dealing now with being lonely, not because of his absence but because my own company doesn't seem to be enough, as if the company I keep with myself is empty. When did I become someone who couldn't sit with themselves? I never used to feel boredom, my thoughts could keep me playing for days on end, but now I fear where my mind will wander.
Sometimes still, I miss him so much. His voice, his bad jokes, his gentle eyes. And sometimes still, I wonder if I've made a terrible mistake. Lately I spend so much time missing.