I'm still lacking in that spark. But I'm fighting hard to find it again.
I do miss him so very much. Even though we've always been this far away from each other, before I felt like he was still with me. Now I feel like I'm forever in pitch black, desperately grasping for his hand.
Sometimes, all I need is his hand in mine.
....
The Smiths are one hell of a way to get through the day. I've taken to listening to them at every opportunity I get. In the morning, walking to the bus stop, on the bus, walking into college, on the way home again, in the evening, at night-time... I'm preparing to overdose on The Smiths. Safest thing, I think.