people always say that it really hurts at night
when the world is quiet and the loudest thunder that come striking your head is your only thought
which apparently screaming into your pillow at 3 AM is the romantic equivalent of having your heart broken

but sometimes it is also 9 in the morning
when you are standing beside the kitchen table waiting for the toast to pop up
and the smell of two espresso shots in your favorite cup makes you miss them so much until you don’t know what to do with your hands