Repair.

... Och på den tredje dagen i veckan förra veckan kändes det som om jag blivit hjärtekrossad. There was an empty chair at Peking, there was an empty place next to me outside by the smoking area, there was an empty chair by my table in the classroom, our laughter and jokes was repeating itself like an echo in my head but we never laughed, we never joked around that day, and it felt like you were my lover and I was the leftover, and she was the new one.
Haha, låter så jävla löjlig. Men det är så. Faktiskt.