1. Ridiculous love.
I stand in the hallway leaning my forehead against the front door, eyes closed, hands still on the door handle. It's been at least a minute since I closed the door behind him, although I can still feel the shadow of his lips against mine and the skin on my back still tingles with the ghost of hands, firm but gentle. I imagine my head buried into the material on his t-shirt and almost feel the thud of his heartbeat against my cheek, soft and steady, constant and safe. As I breath, I call to mind his sweet scent as though he is still stood in front of me. My heart scuttles a little with the overwhelming realness of the memory and the smell fades, so I squeeze my eyes tighter and will it to come back to me, like a child hopelessly willing for a sweet before bed, but it is gone. I open my eyes just enough to see the silver watch around my left wrist: 23:08. If you'd have told me this time last year that it was possible to miss someone after just 8 minutes of them being away, I'd have told you to stop being ridiculous.
But then, I guess love is ridiculous, in it's own special way.