I knew this feeling well. Absence. Renewed and acquainted. The sweet, enjoyable beauty of absence. Its delicate, convalescing caress pressed against my heart. And I embraced it with eagerness. I appreciated it. I depended on it. It was comfort. And it was mine.
But when nights began to cool below zero, sweetness turned bitter. Reassuring absence was not enough. I longed for more. I ached for human companionship. I needed someone.
I would find her.