Some days I miss you.
Just because I do.
But also because I have loved you to the Milky Way and back again, all these human days of deep and wild and free.
Two souls searching for each other in the air between it all, longing for something more than everything.
Do you remember? Catching each other’s every word, every song, every moment as though we’d just caught a star?
Some people call it love, the wind that we became, but not us. We called it magic. Love never did seem to paint the light and shade of us quite the way we were.
And so some days I miss you.
I think there will always be days that I miss you.