I study him before walking to the bed, wondering what to do as I turn music on. I go through my suitcase again and find the same old things, but a pair of sweats and tank top. I take them out before setting them on the bed, zipping it back up.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it. — soundofmind