(by blancucha)

I miss the freedom of my own place. I miss the loneliness you feel when you wake up to a messy apartment without anyone wishing you a good morning. I miss the sleepless nights with nothing to do but bake for no one. I miss searching for jobs that would never happen. I miss hearing the words you don’t speak aloud. And goddamnit, I miss you.

Here’s to boxed up memories and a cat who’s used to moving.
