I miss you. And I wish you were here right beside me listening to all my woes and the fears I don’t just tell anyone, instead of 194868 miles away in your little shared apartment in London, battling the books in preparation for yet another exam. You’ve been gone so long I think I’ve almost forgotten what your voice sounds like, but I do remember what your laugh sounds like and I keep that one close, bottled up and locked. When I get upset about something, I imagine what you’d say:”Oh come on Stepho you’re better than this”,and then you’d laugh, and everything would seem okay for that split second. Or how you’d share one of your deepest fears, or one of your irrational and ridiculous worries, and I’d look up and say I know exactly what you mean, and although we were separated by oceans we’d be on the exact same spot at the exact same time, it’s like we were almost touching. You’ve always been one of those people to me - the ones that come into your life and leave, but stay on because of that strange and indelible line that we still hold onto.
You were my lifeline. And I miss you quite terribly.
