I like to sit on a rock beside our house in the early hours of the day when everywhere is quiet and cool. The crickets would be chirping away, a few fireflies would fly by but other than those, everything would be calm.
The breeze blowing gently would hit me with such freshness that I would start craving that feeling even during the day.
I checked the clock by the bedside, its light glowing, almost pulsating in the dark room – a reflection of my feelings before morning. It was 3:15. I couldn’t believe it’s just been 2 minutes since I last checked.
Instinctively, I reached my hand to the other side of the bed but it met nothing save the cold empty space beside me.
I miss her.
Nights like this are always the longest. Nights when I know that by sunrise I’ll see her again.
The days he left, I cried. Yes, actual tears fell.
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