On repeat

Day after day goes by, just the same as the day before. I can't concentrate; I lack motivation to do anything.

Someone asked me if I had told her how, "for the past two months I've been feeling this emptiness. That for the time she was in China all I looked forward to everyday was her coming home and that moment where I would be able to hug her and hold her close. That day came, and all I did was barely catch her eyes as I took the luggage cart from her. The emptiness has been stronger ever since, gnawing at my insides bit by bit."

I haven't told her.