“I realized that I missed you, when I kept rolling off your side of the bed. A part of me still believed that you were there laying next to me.
When I kept walking back to the living room to check if you fell asleep on the couch like you used to, but you haven’t been there since ages.
I still keep your favorite kind of coffee in the pantry.
I make extra food telling myself that it’s “leftovers” for myself, but I’m still in the habit of cooking for two.
All the pictures we’ve taken together; I place them facing down instead of putting them away.”
- excerpt from a book I’ll never write #68 // @loveactivist