but. it still feels weird that i cannot phone you every morning.
that i no longer start my day, with a story from you, and me scrambling for coffee and to get through my inbox.
regale you with the story of the night before of Cameron and her funny things.
worry with you over something.
still, i’m here.
still, i’m happy.
still, i’m loved.
still, i’m smiling.
that’s what you wanted for me.
i know that. love you.
