Sometimes I like to just stare at a spot on the wall and feel the loneliness. Sometimes, reliving the memories don’t seem enough, or there are just not enough of them to keep a loop going. Because she deserves to be mourned, not just remembered. She deserves to keep this gaping hole in my life, belonging to her and her alone, until we meet again.
* realization to self and to Maj: an impending visit to your house and to your family draws out the emo in me. The way you still move me, hun. Life is still good. But missing you will never be overrated.