~

“People always say that it hurts at night
 and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
 is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
But sometimes 
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
 and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much 
you don’t know what to do with your hands.”