i thought it would be easier this year. i don't think i really want it to be easier. this is an ache that inspires me. a pain that feels right.
i miss you more than words or pictures or anything can really express. i miss you noticing my rituals in ways other people never could. i miss the quiet moments when i just marveled at how soft your skin was or how easy it was to love you. i miss our vip sections. i miss you being my proactive muse, and rooftop and sand dollar beach rehearsals. i even miss when we bickered (twice? maybe?) because we always ended up stronger for it.
you always just got it. i love you forever and that is real talk.