• 13/2/2014 •
Dear Camile,
It's been three weeks since. I've practically become a hermit; as soon as I get home from school, I retreat to my room, wrap myself in blankets and listen to sad music, letting all the tears out I've been holding that day.
I miss you so much, Camile, you can't imagine.
I miss your soft hands, your arms wrapped around me, your contagious laugh, your overly-happy way of walking, your soft humming when you're walking home from school, the weird looks you sent me when we were still in the same class and Mrs. Wong would explain math, the way you scrunch your nose when you smell your drinks, the way you tapped your knee whenever you were thinking.
God, I miss you Camile.
Please come back.
Love, Quentin
