I'll come home soon-

there's a track on repeat. And there aren't anymore weekdays or weekends.

Instead, we're a stream of last minute sick-leaves, random grass patches, midday picnics and time that always runs out on us

So hello you,

I find that I've been thinking about you quite a bit.

Dizzyingly organized aisles of groceries, Ikea tents with its Christmas specials and warm restaurants with Christmas songs spilling from their glass doors- they're not quite the same without you.

I think you'd like it here.

But at the same time, I'm less "wish you were here" as much as I am

"Wish I was with you right about now."

I miss you, I realize. And I could do with being with you.

(:

December 20th 2010, Monday

10pm