I miss you. Most of the time the feeling that it gives me is deep, quiet, full; the ceaseless rumble of a distant waterfall; the magnitude of its power comforts and anchors my soul. Then occasionally a certain wind blows, the din hushes into void and then some trigger- a song we loved to, the feel a warm blanket, the scent of your hair- ignites my soul in a frenzy of emotions and I become engulfed by the feelings a younger me could have never understood.

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