I cry harder. All it takes is one, momentary glance at each other. One moment I am watching 2 solitary tears trickle down his skin. My sounds of heartbreak clashing with his terrible muffled cries. I have never seen a guy cry.
Memories are odd things.
I find myself daydreaming at all hours of the day now. Little ones, big ones, angry ones. Things that photos and journals can't document, simply because they are too trivial. And not just of the dorm I left 2 weeks ago, but of things that are years, even decades, past. Fights in 5th grade, a shirt I had in 8th.