Cardan was always thinking about Jude. When thinking about her got too much, he was writing her name till he probably passed out. Jude. hate-loving even the shape of her name. Jude.
Missing hours. Missing the feeling of your hand in the small of my back. The delicate brush of your fingers on my face when I was asleep. The secret touch on my thigh while sitting besides each other. How you would take care of me subtly so that others wouldn’t notice even though they knew. How you would just let me lean on you when I was tired or how you liked to play with my earrings thinking I couldn’t feel it.