• Missing you

    I miss him. When he is not with me, I miss him. It`s a stange feeling…needing the comfort of someone`s presence. It`s scary and exhilirating. It`s not perfect, the presence of someone in your space. It`s a challenge. More so, I`m in awe of my need to have him with me. The sound of his voice is as refreshing as a drop of water when I am thirsty and dehydrated. The nearness of him feels as good as my pillow after a long day. He is comfort to me and I miss him. I see him everywhere. I hear him everywhere. And everything I do is a small reminder of…