I think it's finally sinking in. You are somewhere else, picking up the pieces, looking for a flat, getting back to work, getting on with what's left of your life. I am here.



I can't remember missing someone this way for a long time. It's an unfamiliar feeling.

It's like there is still a bond between us, being gradually stretched into a thin silver string, and I am just waiting for it to snap.

It is hard to say if this will be more or less painful than the waiting process.