It’s moments like these when I miss you. When night is still and parts of the world are tucked in, sleeping peacefully, surrendering to long-awaited slumber. I like to imagine that you’re walking beside me, holding my hand, reminding me that I’m not alone, that there is nothing to fear under this canopy stars, that you are here to keep me safe.
It’s moments like these when I miss your embrace. At the end of the day, when silence and cold are settling in, I long for strong arms to wrap themselves around me, forsaking the distance that so begrudgingly ensnared its way into our lives.
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