i was just outside smoking a cigarette in my usual little spot when i could've sworn the scent of your skin had just fluttered right past me too fast for me to catch it and all i could think was that it is just like you to stop by, then leave before i knew you were even there in the first place
moments like these are the worst part of missing you. not painful enough to cry over it, too depressing to do anything but close my eyes and sigh.