When you miss someone...

I know this blog is private.  I know only a few people can see it.  I also know I have another one that even fewer people can see... and that I could type these words to myself in a word processor.  I can't explain why, but it feels like it belongs here.


I miss someone... so bad it's suffocating... so bad that I'm second guessing what I know were the right decisions... the only decisions...

And there is nothing I can do to make it stop.

"If you become a crocus in a hidden garden... I will be a gardener.  And I will find you."

I miss you... my pretty marigold.