To miss someone didn't have to be blue, I learnt after spending a third of my life. I would add a sad emote icon and he'd tell me to miss him with a smile. Missing him didn't have to be melancholic. Missing him came easy and painlessly, like mellow drizzle on my weary skin. Missing him was like the month of March, where spring blossomed with a riot of colours. Missing him didn't hurt like thorns nor hollowed my insides. Missing him came effortlessly like a smooth summer drive.
/ for my fiance (now husband) while we were engaged /




















