I'm thinking that without you here I don't feel alone. Without you here I just don't feel anything at all. It's been forty hours since I saw another human being, fifty since I watched you drive away. I remember the way you looked back at me a few nights back as I walked back up the hill. Should I have not looked back?

I'm thinking that missing you is not a feeling, but a place to be. I'm confident that we sit there together though, cross legged in a mutual state of detachment these minutes and the confidence gives me strength beyond belief. Faith beyond belief. Love beyond belief.