“And when I asked you how you’d been, I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.”

“Even though we never said it to each other, we knew.”

As June runs into warm July I think of little else but you.

If I’m entirely honest, and you say I must be, I want to stay with you all afternoon evening, night and tomorrow pressed into you so tightly that we don’t know whose belly made what sound, whose heart it is that is thumping like that until I don’t know if the sweat on my chest is yours or mine or ours.

I’m thinking that it might actually be possible for things to work out sometimes. Definitely not everything and maybe not the way you imagined. But sometimes, when you least expected it, life surprises you.

But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.

“Home was never a matter of ‘where’, but of ‘when’. Homes are made of fond memories, not building materials. Where ever you end up, it’s up to you to make that home. Go make a good one. The home you had here will always be with you.”