It's a mopey, tear drop in my coffee cup, sort of day.

Pathetic. I know.


Its funny the sort of things you start to miss about a person when they aren't around. Things, that on any given day, don't really seem to matter all that much.


I don't have to race to get that last full cup of coffee. I wish I did. I don't have to stand on my tip toes for hugs these days. There are left overs in my fridge. The toothbrush that rests next to mine stays dry. There are no whiskers in my sink. There is not a single giant shoe piled up by my front door, and there is no gear stuffed in my downstairs closet.


Small observations... things that I miss.


I know, still pathetic.


But I'm entitled. Its a mopey, tear drop in my coffee cup, sort of day.