i find myself reciting shakespeare in the shower. my heart leaps whenever i catch a glimpse of london in a movie scene. i keep myself busy but when i'm free all i do is look at pictures, pictures, pictures with wistful longing. i listen to long division and cath and galway girl and fix you and mr. brightside on repeat and if i close my eyes, it's almost like i'm back in flat 8, nutella jar of wine in hand, ready for where the night will take us.
i miss it too much.
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