Milk the Milkman

Day 4

I miss him, I miss Francis, I miss his calming voice that represents an ocean during golden hour; I miss his sweet words despite him being an idiot sometimes; I miss his fluffy hair, how I'd love to play with it; I miss his eyes, despite there always being bags something about it soothed me, maybe the way he looked at me, full of love and compassion; I miss Francis...

Why did I say that to him, why did I reject him, we could've had something, I could've gotten to hug him, maybe kiss him, I waited all night just to see him for me to act like that? What was I on about. Maybe it was the right choice, he was becoming a nuisance to my work, maybe that was the right choice.

I haven't seen him in days, longer than the day I rejected him, and as much as I say I made the right choice my heart aches, as if apart of me is missing, like as if longing for something, or someone.

I haven't left my desk in ages, I don't know why, maybe I'm waiting for Francis to pop outta no where, like he did last time, but 2 weeks and nothing.

Please Francis come back, I miss you so much, and I hate to admit it but I love you, I didn't mean any of it, please come back, I'll make sure to let you in and give you all my love and compassion.