A storm is brewing outside and it makes me miss you even more. I just want to sit next to you and hold your hand, fall asleep with my head on your shoulder. The end of the month is near and I am no closer to finding an answer within myself.
I left work at 5:30, you would have been proud. Had a list of to-dos and decided to make them wait, but now I am home alone and wondering why I bothered rushing out, to sit in the silence and wallow in my missing you perhaps.
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