It's in how I want to call you over the phone and hear you laugh and talk about how your day's going.
It's in how you make the simple everyday life routine into a different story, and I feel like I'm watching a seasonal movie, each episode as interesting as the other and yet so distinct and unique.
It's in how I miss your feigned anger and "shakara" as I get confused in understanding whether my sometimes brutal taunting got to you or you're still playing along in our game of feigned "yabs" and anger.
It's in how you always bribe your way through with "You know I love you, dear," and with the cheerful and breezy laugh that follows.
It's in how I miss all of this but can't call you because this distance seems like the best option for us both to process how life can intrude like bombs in a fireworks party.
It's in how I miss you and still love you.
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Random Experiences - 2022
Non-FictionThis is a random journal of an introverted explorer of experiences.
