The words behind the moment
Wishing You Were Here Today
A letter from Theo
The coffee in my mug is getting cold, but I cannot bring myself to stop staring out the window. Every passing cloud takes a shape that reminds me of your smile. I wish I could reach through the glass and pull you back to this quiet kitchen.
It is strange how a room can feel so completely empty when it is only missing one single person. I will hold onto this lingering warmth until you finally walk back through the door.