I feel your absence everywhere I look, everywhere I go. Whatever I’m doing, my mind always finds itself drifting back to the past, when your arms wrapped themselves around me and your lips were locked with mine.
And even though I know, more than anything, that I’m better off without you, I can’t help but feel like a piece of my very being has disappeared. It quite literally feels as though I’m incomplete without you.
And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.