Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer
It has been a long and slow winter and I haven’t seen you in such a long time. I miss the smell of your skin, the warmth of your body and the energy of your presence. I miss the care of your touch and the gift of your focus to me. Without you I feel lost. I wait for your call and long for the sound of your voice. I miss your mind and your humour and the spark that you hold. I long to speak to you, to sit back over a coffee and listen to the rhythm, timber and vibrations of your voice. I miss the glisten of your eyes and the nape of your neck.
I miss being able to see your walk and the way you stand. I miss the power and the strength that you have within yourself and the commanding energy that you project, your ability to stand in a crowded room yet for me, I see you as the only one there.
I miss your wisdom and your care and your intuitive nature to know exactly when to call. You know exactly what to say and exactly how to say it.
I miss your knowledge, knowledge borne through hard work and life experience, your fascinating past and your intriguing stories. You fill the space and disperse the void.
I miss you. The winter has been too long and I want you with me, I want you to hold me. I have not had anyone hold me in so long in the way that you hold me. You are generous and allow me to feel fulfilled. It’s spring and winter is over and I want you here.
You say that you do not notice what goes on, but you know exactly when to call me. I sense you and feel you even when you are many miles away. When I am in trouble or feeling lost, I feel you are in the room with me to aid me even when you are nowhere to be seen.
I become sad that I feel this way and convince myself that it is time to let you go and that it is time to move on, but you sense and feel this and you contact me and I am back where I started, missing you and wanting you, please come home.