smoke

The countdown starts. 10 days. Wondering. Amazed really. How quickly things have completely turned around. It's already begun. Absence. The plane hasn't even left the runway yet.

Yesterday, I could only think of one thing. Walking along the narrow, bustling roads of the sea-side towns, all I wanted was to have you next to me, your hand in mine. The seagulls calling, the waves crashing on the sand, the warm breeze tickling our faces. The day was perfect... except for that. So many things I want to do... Places to go... Moments to share.

I miss you and you haven't even left yet.