hurts oh so much.

You must learn to forgive a man when he’s in love. He’s always a nuisance.
THE LIGHT THAT FAILED, RUDYARD KIPLING

I’m always wondering if he’ll return. Sometimes I pray that he doesn’t. And sometimes I hope he will. I wish on falling stars and eyelashes. Absence isn’t solid the way death is. It’s fluid, like language. And it hurts so much…so, so much.