I want to understand you.
I dreamed you were a superhero. In another dream, you danced for me.
I wish I could tell you what I’m thinking.
Can you hear the thoughts I send your way?
I am missing you.
your laugh, your smile, the sound of your voice. these are the things I need.
An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, despite the time, the place, despite the circumstances. The thread can be tightened or tangled, but never be broken.
I miss your hands.