Writing in the land of missing him has seemed insurmountable. But I must. Everyday I don’t speak is another day that I’m not connected to myself and to him.
I heard a lyric this morning that reminds me of how he makes me feel. There is an unquenchable heat between us. He lights a fire I knew was there but never had any kindling or oxygen.
I wanted to share the song with you. Two weeks until he’s in my arms for a glorious week of time. My life is measured now in time. The time until he’s with me.