day one

day one.

day one. it has only been the first day. the first few hours. but i am already crumbling inside. i try to be brave. keep a straight face. but i just can help choking in mid sentence when i think this could be our last meal together, my last time i will see you.

day one. and already the silence is unbearable. the need to sms you, to pick up the phone. to call you for our usual chats is eating away at me.

day one. of many many days to come, without your presence. without your voice. smile. laughter.

day one. dying, dying. i am already dead.

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