Sunday 28th 9:11pm
I am just imagining that you are going to walk in through the door. I try not to think any further than that. The thought of you being so far away hurts. I am pretending that you are late from work or that you are in London. Anything other than your flying further and further away.
I am missing you despite that. I have eaten the rest of the potato and spinach, glanced at the bananas (your fave fruit).
Who is going to make me lunch?
Who's tummy will I hug?
Did you sleep on the flight?
I may read a little. I've carried that book around with me all week and never once opened it. There! I am crying now. I will try to sleep or eat this apple.
I love you xxx