its the airport again. i try to make her smile as much as i can; let her know it’ll be all right, make her feel better somehow. everything will be okay. i can see it; the pain just under the surface. Casual jokes are the final arrow in my quiver; make her laugh. it holds out.. just.
Now its all so surreal. Back here, Perth. without the noise of cars going past my window its too quiet. an emptiness about everything. It feels weird. I cant sleep. I cant wait till the morning; to hear her voice again, or read a text message. nothing else feels real.
