and for a second i missed you.

fleeting but present –

my love for you

my lust for you

my need for you.

for a second i yearned to be watching Black Mirror next to you / wrapped up in a blanket / you playing with my hair.

for a second i missed our conversations…our seemingly endless laughs…and desperately I wished you were here and that we were talking.

for a second i wanted to cry bc i craved for you to be by my side so intensely.

and then…it passed. and i remembered why we’re not talking / why youre not here. and im okay again. bc its good that we’re not talking and its good youre not here. good for me, anyway. and thats all that matters.

fuck you, tim.