Absence makes the heart sob like a fucking pussy until your eyes are red and puffy and you’re

Absence makes the heart sob like a fucking pussy until your eyes are red and puffy and you’re lying in bed for days in an unwashed jumper with Keaton Henson and Adele playing in your headphones, while surrounded by piles of used tissues, and poetry books, and his face is still plastered on the insides of your eyelids. Everything hurts so much, and I wish I could stop loving him.

“If you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life’s best part” - “You” by Keaton Henson