I yearned so hard for you there was no room for anything else. It was as though my entire existence, all my thoughts and feelings and vague impressions were compacted, distilled into a little word. I only had to hear it, even murmured, and the chasm between here and who knows would open up, stretch my insides, wrench me slowly, surely, asunder. So much so that wherever I was was not where I was – because I was with you all along. Somewhere, your warmth around me. Your light. Until I was mended, I was broken, and you were my bones.