to miss you is to prove that you exist somewhere beyond me.
and that thought alone is enough to keep me tethered.
yearning is not empty. it is full—overflowing with everything i would give if distance did not exist.
i carry you in imagined conversations, in unfinished sentences, in the spaces where your presence should be.
sometimes i think longing is its own form of love. one that does not need to be fulfilled to be real.
still, i hope for more than this. i hope for a day when missing you is no longer necessary.
only yours,
Alice
