You were so beautiful that time we had anniversary dinner at the Wolseley.

Sometimes I stop for a bit and think about where I am right now. And think about how we used to spend days. Microscopic, detailed routines that we did. Scent of your hair. The way you tease me. Preparing lunch. Jumping inside the duvet.

I never thought that would I ended up being saved by you. And here I am, trapped inside mazes of uncertainty.

I’m trying to deal with life by offering rationality on the table. Doesn’t work. Listening to The Cure worsens everything. Especially “Pictures of You”.

We become each other’s monster.

Distance is toxic, time is deadly. I wonder when we can stop being angry at life.

We don’t deserve this.