i'll write you to let you know that i'm alright...

two months.

i will see him in two months...

i'm sorry, i know that i probably complain about this a lot... that you're all sick of hearing it. and that you're all sitting there going 'it's two months. get over it.'

but its not that easy...

thats not even a promise, that i'll see him in two months. two months time is just... the next time that its... possible...

i remember when a lesson without him felt like a long time, a night without him, a weekend apart... holidays, two weeks of hell.

and this.. well, i know everyone probably thinks i should be used to it by now. this is, after all, the way it has been since the start of last year...

i know that i still mostly act the same... still able to laugh and smile and joke...

but without him... im not right. i feel like... like half of me is missing. idk, you probably all think im being melodramatic. but sometimes i miss him so much i am literally physically in pain.

two months isnt the longest. i mean, i think the longest was about four...

its just... kinda hard... you know... you see him for like... a couple of hours. maybe. if youre lucky. and then he's ripped away. of course, by "you" i mean "me" or "i" but... im a retard... its just so weird. you go from being fine, to on a massive high, to suddenly finding yourself lost again...

two months is a long time...
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