I wrote about us while you were away in a notebook that eventually saw the end of us, but the last I wrote about that time was in ink; it was a hurri… - Mary-Louise Parker

Time, that cold bastard, with its nearlys and untils. I think, what a shame. Time should weep for having spent me without you.

If she has given you children remind yourself every day of the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth words in this sentence. If you hurt her in ways that are irreparable I will send out people to hurt you back, sorry, but it has to be like that. Yes, you may have had a difficult childhood, but please allow me to introduce myself: Hello, I am the woman who doesn’t give a shit. Make her something warm to drink in the mornings and give her time to begin speaking; only rush at her with an embrace or a gemstone. Wildflowers. A love note. Yeats.

this right now, this is the only time I am all here and no part of me needs time travel Right

To convey in any existing language how I miss you isn’t possible. It would be like blue trying to describe the ocean.