Love letter # 219

One year. That is the distance, plus oceans. And more besides. Yet, today is not an anniversary of tears or regrets. This is the memory, stored in the body, of sunlight. Of tastes and aromas and journeys. Of sounds that formed themselves into music. All in a swirl, like an embrace, around me now.

I cannot say if I will see you again. There are no promises, no certainties. Yet, this I do know. A part of me remains with you, just as I carry something of you inside me. It does not take much – a mere scintilla of imagining – for me to walk with you again. To love you as though you had followed me home. That you were my home, and I had never left.