You're like an Indian Summer in the middle of Winter.

I miss rainy coffee days and warm Harry Potter nights.

The very fabric of my life feels different cloaked around my shoulders. I am happy, but I lack the deep-settled feeling of contentment that I had last year - a part of my life that seems to have happened ages ago. I think, more than any one thing, I miss the context you created in my life.

So many times I have wished for a time machine.

I find it ironic that I need to keep reminding myself of what day it is; I keep forgetting - you stand in the way.