Chapter Six - I Miss Her

CHAPTER SIX

I Miss Her

THAT’S THE TRUTH.
No poetry. No spin.

I miss her.

I miss how she’d just look at me sometimes, like I was art she didn’t fully understand but liked having on her wall anyway.

I miss how soft everything felt around her.
How being near her was like a nap for my nervous system.
How we could talk about the deepest shit, then immediately switch to dumb jokes without skipping a beat.

I miss how weird she was.
How safe I felt being weird with her.
How no part of myself felt out of place.

I miss what she gave me.
Not perfection, just permission.
Permission to be real.
To be tender.
To be a whole-ass weirdo and still feel chosen.