Aku rindu...

Do you know what I miss?

Waking up in the morning and smelling nutella on onion bagels
or the sound of you tip-toeing out the door for lectures

Dancing on cold kitchen tiles as the kettle gently bubbles and becomes my morning cup of Milo

Dashing red-faced and breathless into the lecture theatre to find a seat waiting for me in a crowded room.

Gossiping in the labs and laughing till tears come streaming down and talking about love, life and dreams; some gone, some real, some floating in the stratosphere.

Sauntering into the JCR to find a ready table laid with Bridge and good company.

Shopping at Sainsbury's with an experimental recipe in my head.

Cooking.

Snuggling under a fleece blanket while CSI flickers on the telly.

Singing in the shower.

Climbing up to the attic in search of warmer duvets and better music (Buona Vista Social Club? why yes, please!) and falling asleep in the mean time.



the starkness of difference is hollow and silently screaming. but life changes and I chose to change it. why stop now?