The words behind the moment
Tonight The Room Is Too Big
A letter from Nina
I'm sitting on the couch with my tea going cold, and I keep turning to say something to you — only the room is quiet. The light is fading through the window, and everything feels like it's waiting for you to walk back in.
I catch myself imagining the sound of your key in the door, the way you'd drop your bag and smile. It's strange how a whole evening can feel incomplete just because you're not in it. I hope wherever you are tonight, you know I'm carrying a little piece of you with me.