staying at home is so painful, going out is as painful. everywhere i go, i see your face, i hear your laughter. i sit in the cinema and i reminisce us holding hands or cuddling, and me smelling your hair, now the seat beside me is empty. so am i.
i'm not going to clear anything from anywhere, my wallet, or what. i'm not going to stop using the things you gave me, nor am i going to stop wearing the necklace, for those are the things that remind me of you. i don't ever wanna forget you, even though it's so fucking painful. those are the only physical things i have of you now.
and i found my pouch, maybe it's another sign.