Six Minutes Writing

That first day was the longest, the day after you left. I spent six hours sleeping six hours reading six hours eating six hours sitting six minutes writing fighting every inclination in me to convince the holiday company that I was too ill to stay away, from you. I wasn't homesick, Just yousick which annoyed me. Until today I didn't believe that it's not where you are but who you're with that makes the difference between being content and being happy. -Kadija Sesay