This happens
Me:
*typing on tumblr*
Book:
hey
Me:
*still typing*
Book:
heeeeey
Me:
*tumblr tumblr tumblr*
Book:
heeeeey...!
Me:
*head lifts, back to tumblr*
Book:
hey! *rolls around and does backflips*
Me:
*tumblr*
Book:
hey!!
Me:
*sees book cover on tumblr* oh hey, I have that book *picks up book, opens*
Book:
*sighs happily*
Me:
Book:
Me:
Book:
Me:
*puts book under wrists for typing support*
You know what’s kind of beautiful?
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
