Dias Uno

Dear Forever,

So, it's day one without you. How am I coming along? ... Better than expected, surprisingly, knowing that tomorrow (in my time zone, at least) it's Monday.

Monday.

The day when the start of my week with you starts.

Every week. Walking to school with you. Seeing you. Hugging you, Being with you.

Five days a week. Six hours a day.

Right now? That's more than I could ever ask for.

Right now? It's the only thing I want.

For you to be here.
Holding my hand.

Just to be here.