Sometimes what you miss most is the closeness — being pulled into their body whilst you sleep, feeling their nose nuzzle your neck, or a gentle kiss on the shoulder.
It’s hard to know the true answer to “do I really miss you?”
Is it you? Or is it the comfort of knowing someone’s got my six? That someone is thinking about me, wondering how my day is going. That feeling of being cared for, truly.
Early morning hours are when I most find myself, awake before my alarm, wondering: “is it really you I miss?”
The vulnerability you feel when waking up alone…it’s jarring. It can spark every little insecurity and fear I’ve ever had.
And so I let myself remember the little details of good things, even if it may be bad for me in letting go.
Vulnerability is brave. It is not for the faint of heart.




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