Sometimes. Sometimes, (more often than I’d like) a part of me (in the centre of my chest) desperately wants to be near Miul.
The sense of loss is overwhelming.
When that happens I look at his blog, most of the time the pull feels stronger at first but then I read a little further and the feeling goes away completely and I thank my instincts and foresight and ability to manifest destiny that he is out of my life.
The five minutes of calm were not worth the days of discomfort. And they never could be again.