On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time,
I felt free.
and I felt lonely.
and I felt scared.
and I began to talk to myself almost immediately,
not being used to being the only person there.

The first time I made coffee for just myself, I made too much of it
but I drank it all just because you hate it when I let things go to waste.

Oh what do I do, what do I do, what do I do without you?

(Source: robotbears)