04.08.04 :: 11:44 am
What we're going to "explore" I have no idea. At least it's a solid hour away from my cube.
And all over, I miss him still. He's everywhere. In bakery smells and the clatter of dropped plates. In sunlight plotted against windowpanes.
How something so short-lived took up such permanent space in me is terrifying.
Make it stop. Go away. Come back. Go away. Come back.