5/24/2014
Your fingers have been here - spent hours on these keys. I can feel the ghost of them when I type. It helps, my hands being where yours have been.
I think about them a lot - your hands. I miss waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of them writing our story. But mostly I miss how they fit together with mine, fill the hollows and the gaps and hold on tight.
I'm not ready to let go.