Minor cliche smackdown.
Absence doesn't just make the heart grow fonder (and the body get
hungrier), it makes the mind race; restless, replaying, romanticizing, and
relentless over-thinking. Every little gesture, every look, every insignificant
thing they said becomes pivotal and poignant. Only returning home and locking
eyes with them again, seeing that empty unfeeling stare and hearing the
charming excuses, gives us that beautiful slap of reality that we so badly
needed.
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