Thought Explosions.

Our lives are layered with things we’ve done, people we’ve known and feelings we’ve felt, but there is no better feeling than being in a happy bubble with the person who means the most. The bubble of us.

Even merely an hour after his departure as I sit here surrounded by the remnants of him being here - half eaten toast, juice still in the cup and the smell of him still in the air - the bubble is not broken.

I was told to have a ‘Jenny Day’ with the rest of my day. So I am sat here with tea, a beautiful magazine, music on loud, a notebook and a pen. Perfect. Well, almost. All that is missing is his shoulder to rest my head on.