she left yesturday.
she left to live in germany for 5 months.
if i had to describe her-
i'd say she's like drinking a glass of orange juice.
she's my citrus best friend.
i called her from her garage.
handed her a parcel.
we exchanged i love you's.
i'm the worst at goodbyes.
and so she's gone.
and when I think about it- I think one of two ways:
- i day dream about what she's seeing and what she's doing and the brightness of it all.
- i think about how much I'm gonna miss her and wish she was around in the next 5 months.
I like the first one better.
I like thinking about her voice standing out in a sea of foreign ones.
I like to think about her riding on the tube, wearing coral, listening to her ipod, and staring out the window.
I like to think about her laugh-
her laugh bringing warmth to strangers that will melt them into friends.
I like to think about her wearing her toms on a rainy day and regretting it.
I like to think that this time for her and God
is an adventure of unfathomable proportions.
I miss her.