his smell stays on the clothes he left behind.
and the house feels empty. and i feel that way too.
again i fall so easily into the daily regime, back into the same old routine. the same monotony.
and i want him.
i want him with me.
this cant be put to words. its a futile effort.
all i want to do is be around him, in his atmosphere.
how cruel love can be, and yet it soothes me so well.
if he would come back, smiles would come easy. and nothing would be as difficult to handle.
i miss him so.
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