Home, for now. I couldn't fathom how could I ever not missed nor being reminded of how wonderful my mother's cooking can be for the past fortnight. It's good to be home again. It's even better to see these faces I adore most.
A week has passed now. And somehow I'm still alive now. Maybe my mind tended to exaggerate the many little effects of your absence before, but it's proven wrong now. Though I can still see you everywhere. In the way that man in the mall walks. In the way the guy in my class talks. In the way some random person laughs. In the way a friend smiles. In the way someone dresses. In every corner and in every turn. In every spot I've seen you before. The place where I saw you for the first time. In the little cafe where we dined and laughed. The way I think of you every night before I sleep, wishing I could tell you everything that happens to me for the day. Every feeling left untold. Every word left unspoken.
I'm missing you terribly.
