I hear the clock, it’s six a.m. I feel so far away from where I’ve been, I got my eggs, I got my pancakes too, got my maple syrup, everything but you…
I woke up early, around six, just like every morning. It was weird. The weather was still cloudy, and there was a whole lot of green, but it wasn’t Forks. No. I was a college student now, at Washington State University. I was a Literature major. I had my own place. My routines were the same. Wake up, stretch, yawn, brood, get out of bed, shower, brush hair, dry hair, cook breakfast, eat, go to class, and repeat everyday. Sure, I had friends, and I liked where I was, but something was missing. I got out the eggs, syrup, a bowl, a fork, and some pancake mix. I’d been doing this my whole life, but I felt so empty, so lonely. I couldn’t get used to waking up without him next to me. I was broken. All I ever needed was right here, except him. Continue reading “You Were Meant For Me” »