When I tell you you are missing from me I mean it to my core. If you were to go there, you’d see there is a you sized hole just agape and heinous. Criminally empty from your absence. Dusty with chagrin yet, still finding balance.
I thumbed through your original letters recently. Your mind, truly is astounding. As I traverse our timeline and walk just like you tasked, I see more of what I want and less for what I ask.
It’s no mystery that my desire to be close to you remains that ever growing garden—lush with trees weeping and wildflowers to lay in. The way you stroll through as gentle breeze forever invites and entices me.
I’m bound to your being. It’s elusive sweetness. Maybe one day we’ll melt into utter completeness.