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my freshman year of college, i remember telling someone i missed another person because they always commented on my outfits. i couldn't explain it then - it felt very vain (and it still does now and it always really was a bit). but i see the root of it now. we miss people in different ways, and we feel their absences in the most random places. tonight, i got a glass of water and opened the window, and i felt this bizarre loneliness from how zach would have just done those things for me if i had asked.
it is hard to be without him. harder than i think i expected. i definitely thought that we would be able to talk more (so far the count is one time since he left over a month ago). i was semi-prepared for that, but i think we both left with a much more optimistic image of how things would be. there is just no other word for it but "lonely."
it is hard to be without him. harder than i think i expected. i definitely thought that we would be able to talk more (so far the count is one time since he left over a month ago). i was semi-prepared for that, but i think we both left with a much more optimistic image of how things would be. there is just no other word for it but "lonely."