Absence is the proof that i'm alive.

I miss the place along with the person I'm with. I was walking with my friends on our way to our bh, then, i felt a sudden nostalgia through the rays of the sun that traps my body. As I was heading straight of the road, I could see where he lived before, the place I used to go and surprise him at the end of the day. i miss the feeling of excitement I get, the enthusiasm to show up to him, the eagerness to witness how I triggers his senses and how I transformed everything in him. OOhhh. :'(

It's a feeling of happy and sad. I'm sad because I was not able to fill my routine before-- to light up the end of the day with him. I'm happy because I have this feeling, these memories, the nostalgia, that I was able to experience those, that I'm missing it, that I can feel the absence that makes the difference in our relationship. I really do believe that absence makes the heart grows fonder. Everytime that absence is present, I valued more, I loved more, I grew more and I felt more. It's what makes me alive I think, makes me survive. 

-kdm