Whispers of You in every Breath

Little did I know that the last time I held you would be ............. I would have hugged you longer, and even tighter. Now, your presence is everywhere, in ways that both comfort and ache. I feel you in the gentle breeze that brushes past my face, as if whispering your love. I see you in the sunlight streaming through my window in the morning, its warmth reminding me of your touch. I see you in the moonlight, calm and steady, casting its glow upon the night, just as you brought light to my life.

When I close my eyes and breathe deeply, you are there, in the quiet rhythm of my heart. When I meditate, I feel your energy, your love, your presence surrounding me. Even in the small, everyday moments; the rustle of leaves in the wind, the first golden rays of dawn, the way the evening sky blushes at sunset, I find traces of you, I see you, I feel you, as if the universe itself is trying to keep you close to me.

But no matter how present you are in all these beautiful, intangible ways, I ache to hold you again. To feel your arms around me, grounding me, as if no time or distance could ever separate us. I miss the way your embrace made everything in the world feel right. 

Our love isn’t just physical; it’s woven into the very fabric of my being. It’s mindful, soulful, emotional, a connection that transcends the boundaries of the entire universe. Yet, even with all that, my arms still feel empty without you in them. How I wish I had held you longer, tighter, and never let go.