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.