I miss him.
When he is not with me, I miss him. It`s a stange feelingâ€¦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 our precious time together.
He is the single small candle burning – that is still bright enough to keep me up at night. It is relaxing. It is comforting. It is warm.
And I hope it is not going out any time soon.