Aida Zabidi
It was strange to realize how much I missed you when I left. 

There were nights I would spend awake, and after a period of time, I would wonder if you were a figment of my imagination – too good to be true, too far away to be real. I would almost reach out in my sleep, wondering if I could touch you in my dreams – but dreams are exactly that. 

Dreams. 

It’s funny how much you can physically miss someone.

I missed you with a depth I wasn't aware I was capable of feeling.

I am counting down the days.
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