It is midnight and you roll over to an empty side of the bed producing nothing but a sigh. You are prompted to scroll through your phone, looking at pictures of the person who would have filled the space. Your heart gets tender and you think of what they might be doing.

It is midnight and amidst your deep concentration in Spanish language, you look over to your twin mattress and sigh. You miss her, my god you miss her, and it has only been a few months. Closing your books for the night, you cuddle into bed, still able to smell her scent of old books and Bond No. 9 perfume.

Walking the halls at school is not as it used to be. You were never too expressive with public displays of affection, but everyone knew you were in love by the way he held your hand. Someone taps you on the shoulder amidst your thoughts and you turn around with a smile. It is your friend, and what she says is not making you frown, it is the fact that he is not there.

Bracing yourself for the cold as you venture outside for your next class, you think of how her hair looks in the snow. The red contrasts with the white in a way that only you could truly see its beauty. Suddenly, it is not so cold outside, but inside you feel a chill. You wonder what class she has right now, who she is talking to, what she will be doing today.

On your way home, you get this sensation that you only feel when he is around. It makes you smile for an instant but then sigh again as you realize it was a false alarm. Someone asks for your seat on the train, and because you are feeling generous you give it to them. This prompts you to look at the left side of the car- he is there. You do not want him to see you initially, so you follow him, knowing he is going to go home. The more you think about it, the more you realize home is anywhere he is.

After class you brace the cold again, letting it hit your face in the rash way it did when she left. You blame yourself for the lack of animosity and strength of forgiveness and longing within you. Something makes you shudder just as the train doors close behind you. You are looking to catch a four-thirty ferry, as are the people behind you, but you keep walking fast paced until you get to the door. Naturally, as you open the door for the person behind you, you look to see who it is- she is there. Her mouth curled into the sort of smile that made you want to hold her forever. For a moment, getting home seemed a lot sooner.