I accidentally packed the wrong toothbrush.
They are both blue and white. I was in a rush.
Here, in a hotel room, on the other side of the country, I discovered his toothbrush in my toiletries.
And I cried. And I laughed. And I used it anyway.
It seems I carry parts of you wherever I go. And it made me realize, nobody knows the insignificant details of my life the way you do. Like the color of my toothbrush, and where I keep my socks.
Except me I guess.
It hurts.
