getting used, slowly?

Habits are scary. Getting used to something is scary too. I do not wish to get used to this emptiness. I do not wish to get used to not talking to you. I do not wish to get used to a life without you. I do not wish to get used to not missing you. I do not wish to get used to plenty of things out there.

It’s a wonder that with only one sentence of- “How have you been doing?” makes me felt that I’m over the moon.