I miss the way his after shave smells. I miss the way he'd always miss a little spot when he shaved. I miss the way he'd pout. I miss the way he looked at me. I miss the way he kind of frowned while he was reading. I miss how he told me he wanted me to be Mrs. Dill.
This could be easy. I could drink myself into a stupor. I could go and smoke a pack of cigarettes to calm myself. I could go to the club and dance and forget. I could go fuck every horny guy I meet. I could go to Robert. This could be easy. Too bad I don't want easy. I want him.