It is the middle of the night when I miss you most.
I haven’t cried in two days, that’s longest time since January 25th. You came back home changed, distant and unkind. I was madly in love with you, still, after eight years. March came and it brought sunlight. I am glad to see the snow melt away.
I try to keep myself occupied, not to think about things like my hand brushing through your hair, you holding me like it would last forever, laughing just before falling asleep, but I do think about them and my heart becomes heavy with despair.
The last photograph you took of me, when I was sketching frames of upcoming photoshoots that never happened. We had the best tea and you helped me finish my tiramisu.
World became desolated without you.
Come back to me soon.