The sinking feeling of something gone missing. Something that could be right there, should be right there, but is not. All I can imagine is myself in your presence, smiling and content in your company.
All I can see is a blank page, the place where you were last week. Situations change, time passes, and the world is so cursedly entrenched in the fourth dimension. I meander the halls in a contradictory haze of resigned desperation.
“Where are you? My life is nothing without you!”
In the back of my mind, I know. Math homework does not solve itself.