People often say it hurts the most at night. On their birthday. At Christmas.
Apparently crying in to your pillow and clenching your fists at 2am are the romantic notions that mirror unhappiness.
It's 11am on a Thursday,
you're standing at the kitchen counter waiting for the kettle to boil.
And it's the sight of sunlight absorbing dust in the air and earl grey tea that makes you miss them so much you don't know what to do with your hands.