I trust most of you already read Asraf’s post some time ago, this is my own take on the matter.
Your bed IS your closet.
Laundry & dishes stay on an aviating-pile-up mode for weeks.
You wear wrinkled shirts because God forbid you attempt to iron.
Naturally, dust is everywhere!
You run out of bread, drinking water, and tissues, and you do nothing about it.
The house gets smelly! Because you never remember to open the windows.
You burn your fingers every 3-4 days; oven-handle-management is too much for you!
May we not go into (taking out the garbage) please!
And the list goes oooooooooon and on 😀
But, you know something……… what really happens to YOU is:
You deliberately start initiating conversations with her.
Her seat is your friend.
You start talking to walls.
Old SMS`s are your comfort.
You hang her clothes next to yours.
Drawings are all what you caught your self doing.
You buy her things; exquisite things, silly things, mushy things ,,, just things that remind you of her.
You wear her slippers.
Her photos are your salvation.
You write down her favourite song and hide it some where.
And you post about it all not caring how goofy it seems 🙂
I miss you so much honey, 11 days just seem way tOo long to bear 😦