The bag of clothes you left in our room smells like you.
A week ago we were making plans to go on a trip to somewhere exotic. We were living, breathing, existing together. You were wearing my sweatpants. We fell asleep next to each other.
Today, I forced myself to eat. I couldn’t finish the whole plate. I stayed in bed and watched Netflix. Tried to avert my eyes from the list of ‘Continue Watching’ that we were supposed to finish together. Today I walked into the bathroom and broke down. Today I continued to smoke cigarettes even though I don’t smoke cigarettes. Today I made myself put down my phone when all I wanted to do was call you. Today was hard.
(Tomorrow won’t be any easier.)