Been a while since I felt this way. Maybe about a year or so?
Like time started crawling the moment you left. I keep doing things to keep myself occupied but it doesn't make any difference. I went home, did some things, took a nap... Woke up, and right now, you're still on the plane.
I find myself wondering how you are. Have you had dinner? Are you resting? You were tired this morning. Are you nervous about what you'll see when you land? Will you know what to do?
And, as always. Are you thinking of me?
It's okay, you'll be back in 3 days'. Forever will pass soon enough.
Stray car :)
Last year was way worse anyway :)
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I'll be wearing your clothes all weekend. Finding all sorts of ways to keep you as close to me as possible.
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