He is thirty minutes ahead of her tonight. And how she misses him! She tugs at a few delicate threads of memories that she has woven with him. Like the way his hair falls on his forehead and the way she unmindfully sweeps it across with her fingers. The soft skin of his back... It responds to her random, gentle caress. She remembers the two of them standing close, discussing how she is tall enough to hear his heartbeat while he does not have to bend much to kiss the top of her head. Do you see that thread to the right? That is the memory of the first time he held her hand when she was bawling her eyes out over something silly. And, the one to the left... Well, that is the memory of him looking at her slyly to check if she is watching while he takes the prohibited overdoses of sugar. She pauses and meditates on these moments. She is happy as it dawns on her that he is a part of her. Wherever he is and wherever she is, he is loved with all her soul.
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