– It’s me, writing to you from the other side of the world.
I told myself before I left that I would not long for anyone. Not even you. Still, for the first time in a long while, I feel hiraeth cave in.
There is no secret that you were my favourite day of the week. With you, it was peaceful. We would snooze until noon. Read a book, and sit on the balcony sunset gazing over a cup of tea. Thursdays here are unfamiliar. Green tea, is suddenly replaced with black bitter coffee. Time is moving slowly and a book is hard to read. Our darling afternoons is now a dwindling memory. I can’t help but think that Thursdays will never be the same as it was with you.
thursday tune: Gettin’ Old – 6LACK