I do not mean the kind of 'miss' that people fleetingly claim when their minds happens to wander to someone (yet mysteriously stops shy of actually sending a message/calling), but an ache for their presence.
I feel it at some points during my day and night.
for him.
and it's mostly okay, an acceptance that I have allowed someone into my personal sphere in a space that family and friends cannot fill. I hope the homesickness is not for naught.
til then:
