I still miss you. I still miss your firm hands and arms that once held me up. Your face that lit up when you looked at me. I miss you protecting my vulnerable heart. I miss you have never asked questions but known the answers regardless. I miss your firm presence and guidance that never prevented me but always allowed me.
When you went, I closed down. I became a kind of sleeping beauty, patiently waiting to be ‘kissed’ for awakening from this dreadful dream and blossom into who I am.