smile, the worst is yet to come

I ran to the kitchen to get something, anything, to drink. I ran the tap water and stuck my head under the faucet and gulped down each ounce like it was the last drop in my canteen on a week long desert trip. The tap water left a mineral-like aftertaste lingering on my tounge, and I couldn't help but wonder if it would have tasted any sweeter if I knew you were waiting for me when I returned to my bedroom across the hall.


Maybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of ourselves in everything we once loved.

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