Missing HerPosted: May 16, 2015
He missed her.
He always missed her when she traveled, but this time was longer. Five weeks. Maybe more.
“Let me miss you” she had asked.
Missing her wasn’t painful. It gave him a chance to think about her. Her smile. Her eyes. Her voice, touch, smell. Her quirky habits. Even how she enjoyed her McDonald’s.
It gave him peaceful joy.
So he smiled as he took another bite of his cheeseburger, ketchup only.