I see you when you enter the room and how your eyes light up the room and smile appears on all our faces.
I feel your happiness, your gentle chuckle, and I’m overwhelmed for you are here with me; alive, living, existing, exquisite.
I’m not wishing for something constant, I’m wishing for something real; it will crumble, fade, and sometimes fall.
I see the way you comfort people; how you tell them to be strong and to cheer them on with their achievements, and to pray, to pray for their happiness. I struggle to understand how someone can open up themselves like that and to take a step back and appreciate everything.
I miss you when I hop in my car and strap in my seatbelt. I miss you right before I close my eyes and fall asleep. I miss you at 4AM.
Foolishly, I will hope that somehow in this unexpected world, you will need my love again.