Dear Lukas,
I haven't touched my phone since the day you left. I know that if I do, I'll immediately check the missed calls that I don't have. I was waiting for you with homemade spaghetti and meatballs.
Spaghetti and meatballs: yes, your beloved spaghetti and meatballs, what we had on our first date. I remember the last time we had it together- you were grumbling about how long it was taking, but I didn't miss the way your eyes sparked to life when I set your plate in front of you. I resisted the urge to tease you as I watches you gobble up every last bit. Sauce on the corner of your mouth, I laughed as you pouted.
You truly pick the weirdest times to act like a little kid.
Including now.
Since you decided to run away like a little kid.
I can't feel anything right now. Even though I'm sat here, even though I made you your beloved Spaghetti and Meatballs, even though I went through all the work of making this, building it from the ground up;
you're not here.
But I'll just wait it out.
Right?
Just like how a child runs away, they come back, barrelling back into your arms as they sob uncontrollably at how wrong they were,
how scared they were by themselves.
So I will just wait here. Like I usually do.
Your's,
Caroline
P.S. The Spaghetti's getting cold.
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