Thinking Of You Right Now

It's a Tuesday evening and the light is doing that golden thing through the window, and all I can think is that you would love this. I caught myself reaching for my phone to send you a photo before I remembered that's still something I'm allowed to do. Some habits don't break—they just ache differently.

I wonder if you looked up at the sky today and felt the same little pull, the one that says someone is thinking of you. I hope you did. I hope it felt like warmth, like a hand pressed gently against your shoulder. I miss you the way you miss a song you can't stop humming—softly, constantly, without trying.