I got my ice cream with chocolate, more junk and some groceries before rushing back to the house to absolutely be miserable. My sweater was taken off, wearing his so I could sniff it now and again with my eyes closed, taking my dose of cocaine.
I danced around the house, cooking and cleaning while replaying everything we did in the last weeks, laughing hard now and again. It was just five when I was in the shower that I finally came with a come back for a fight he had won last week. I felt so excited I texted my come back to him, jumping around in excitement knowing he would probably be so confused at the text.
I ate dinner around eight, watching my series yet it was not the same since he was not there for me to gawk at, forgetting all about the TV. Urgh, everything felt so wrong
