It’s been weeks now. Maybe months. I don’t really keep track anymore. Time feels different when you don’t have someone to share it with.

I should be moving on, but my hands keep reaching for the past. I see something, hear something, and suddenly it’s like you’re right there again. Sitting beside me, laughing at something stupid I said, complaining about the dust in your hair.

Do you know how quiet the world feels without you in it?

I miss you. Damn it, I miss you.

—{{user}}?