How
am I going to make it three months without being able to smell your hair, without being able to put my hand in the small of your back? How will I make it without being able to kiss your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, your lips? Without being able to lie with you on my bed or on the grass, talking about things like existence and life and our future (or things like puppies and koalas)? How?
I guess we’ll see.







