It was a Tuesday night, May 8th of this year.
I went straight home from work to find an empty apartment. I was so used to being alone in the nine months that I lived there. But that night was the exception.
There was no trace of him left. I hugged my pillows. I tried to sniff the smell of cigarettes or some proof that last night was real, that this morning was real because it was so perfect. It was perfect the moment I opened my eyes and found him there, beside me, holding me.
But there’s nothing.
I haven’t heard from him since.
hhhhmmmmm. iloveyou.. >:D<
Achuchuuuu! Hahaha! I love you too, BFF! :*