Sometimes I get very quiet, trying to hear the sound of my soul. There are nights when I roll in my bed and then stretch out happily and then remember I can do so because I am alone. And the world seems a nicer place except for those minimal moments in which I recall the comfort of your arms and -okay, I'll say it- I miss you. And my imagination tries to grasp you; I guess what you´d be doing, what you would say, when we will meet. There are so many afternoons together we've skipped since you left! Even as busy as I have been working -and you too, most likely- I am sure a lot of things have happened since we last spoke, there are so many news to share...

I confess that sometimes I would like to pretend that you are with me. Just for fun. Because I like you. But the world doesn´t seem like a big cold place anymore and I feel strong and well. Well, I guess I am alone, but that just feels right. I am not lonely.
Still, I crave for the night´s gentle light, to rest my eyes. And would you miss my warmth?