i wish to put a curse on him.
so that he may never truly have his "me time".
so that his hands feel jarringly empty with every "solo travel" he goes on.
so that his thoughts overflow but there's no one by his side for him to pour them out.

so that his mouth feels dry from not talking,
and his jaw awkward from not giggling the whole day,
there's usually this ache that should've been there, somewhere.
so that he'd wonder why he misses the discomfort and pain.

so that every...