It's been four days since she's been gone.
Four.Long.Days.
But it feels like four years. I miss her. I miss her so fucking much. It shouldn't be humanly possible to miss someone this much.
A few months back, I didn't even knew that she existed and now, I can't fucking breath without talking to her or looking at her pictures.
It's strange, how one goes from living without someone easily to not being able to fucking survive without their presence.
Agreed that we talk whenever she can get alone especially after her brother almost caught her, but she told him that she was talking to Ayla, which he believed. Thank God.
I wanted to drop her off at the airport but I had to be on the set early, so John safely dropped her off. Then, to tease me, he sent me her picture waving at the camera, smiling.
When I saw the picture, all I wanted to do was to go to the airport, kidnap her and keep her with me forever.
Crazy right? I know.