Day 12, May 12th, Sunday: What do you miss? (a person, a thing, a place, a time of your life…)
Okay. I won’t lie. I miss her even though we’re not talking these days. We’ve been through a lot and duh, I don’t possess a heart of stone. Really. I guess the photo says it all.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell. — Edna St. Vincent Millay