Listening to the rain falling. It taps gently at the windows and rolls, whispering from the roof. For the appearance of tumultous weather to be contradicted by these calming sounds is an irony not lost on me.
I keep trying to imagine myself saying something more about the weather or something vague and pleasant, but really- I’m thinking of you. I wonder where you are and hope you’re safe. I miss you and hug your pillow to help numb the ache of your absence. I am so thankful it is not a serious leave. Just work. Just overnight. Nothing serious. Nothing indefinite.
We have been through some awful times lately. I won’t lie- we were both contributing in some way to the unrest in our relationship. I feel like we may be pulling past one of those “for worse” periods, and the hope that swells in me at this is indescribable.
Thank you. For deciding I am worth your time, your effort, your compromise. Thank you for meeting me halfway. I will keep trying too, but honestly- this is already worlds easier than its been in a long time.
It is nice to miss you when you’re gone.
Nice to wake with appreciation, content to soak life in.
Clear head, growing belly, and the welcome return of a thirst in me sans restlessness.
Satiate.
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