It has been almost a week since we last met.. and I miss you now.
I miss sniffing my hand after we held hands because it smells like you.
I miss how my nose remembers you in me after we just part ways.
I miss smelling like you as if I poured the same cologne you use in my whole body.
I love how your earthy scent stays in me.
I miss you, Cion. But I know I'll have the chance to see you tomorrow, or on the next day or next week--- anytime I want to.
Only a week had passed yet I am already craving to see you. I'm afraid how much more I'll miss you once we leave and how cruel it will be that we won't be able to do anything when that time comes.