it's worse than i thought

i read her favourite books.

i accidentally go for walks in her part of vienna, visiting places where she might have played as a child, or hung out when she went to school.

i go shopping in perfectly strange streets, trying to divine what she would buy there.

i get hungry and dream up a dinner to suit her, though i will eat it without her.

i come home, and it feels like entering a strange country.

girl, you've kinda moved in under my skin.