Those tiny spaces between our hands are now measured in miles.
I still remember the last nail polish you wore. But those pastel blue won't hit my memory anymore after I get a fork to have my dinner alone. And trust me, I had never felt so quiet in years; could even hear the water dripping from the tap.
For few days, I will be making coffee for two people. Not just because I'm used to making one for you.
Cause guess what?
