you wouldve been here*

 {there is no sound more perfect than strumming while the rain pours.}
"i love you more than i did before, and if today i don't see your face: nothing's changed, no one could take your place. it gets harder everyday. and im sorry it's this way." and so begins the five month countdown.

the weekend (it was weekend right?) was grey, dim and kind of a blur, in the most wonderful way. {fireplace moments, concerned conversations, long drives, seaside dreaming, household adventures, profound realisations..} but sleep was not in abundance. luckily, this is why god invented mondays. and with the way im feeling (missing you) itl be a long morning before i leave my bed.
#comehomeformybirthday