It’s okay that you’re not here. I always have your presence. I can have you all to myself. You’re with me every morning when I greet the Sun, listen to me every night when I talk to the Stars. Sometimes I can feel you at the other end of my mind waiting for me to tell you about my day.“You were attached to every thought” I explained. “I love to hear you talk” you reply. I feel you in every word that falls from my lips, you watch my expresions closely, follow me down the rabbit hole, skip timelines and bump into different versions of ourselves. Effortlessly heal each other through each other. In your absence, I can get used to the reality of our existence.
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Read this many times over the last couple of days. I know the feeling. Hope all is well