I'm sitting in my new house. It has been about three weeks since I moved. It's quiet besides Landon Pigg Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop. Strange to see my belongings in a place besides where I am used to calling home.
I miss you. I miss feeling you near. I moved out for the first time and you aren't here to share in it. I have been staying busy avoiding the silence...avoiding myself. And now I look around at rooms almost fully unpacked and I feel this aching feeling that you were not a part of it. Were you? I didn't feel you here.
Now I allow myself to feel what I have been ignoring. I need you and I can't find you. So I write, even though this isn't going directly to you, but at least I know it's out there, that if you can't hear me there are always words written......I miss you.
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