There is such an unsettling silence without him. I never realized how accustomed I've grown to having someone always present in my space. The strange thing is that I love solitude, or so I thought. It isn't that I no longer love solitude. It's that I've realized that I like the solitude that comes by choice. I like pulling away from it all, but I like to keep him close. I don't expect us to talk when we're in the same space. We don't have to do anything. Just as long as he's there, as long as he's in my space.
He's so far.
This time difference is brutal.
Why am I here?