the bf leaves for london today.
i am envious. and wistful. and light blue.
he stopped by the shop last night, "to tell you how beautiful you are."
this morning as he slipped out of bed, i rolled over to feel the warmth of his imprint. i willed his impression to linger, to stay with me and hold my heart until he comes home, to take care of me until he finds his way back.
no one else makes me feel like he does.
how does the saying go? the heart makes the distance grow smaller.
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