Dear Silhouette,
Excuse the exaggerated lines, ma’am. I am drawing you from memory. Here, I am allowed to savor the memories. Here, I’m less afraid of pushback. Here, I feel freer. As in here, I mean here on the tablet. I am personally here, tucked into bed for the night. I do wish you were here physically next to me, comforting me, telling me not to worry, telling me to relax. I dream of holding your hand muppet. I do. Literal hours pass in the day where I dare myself to dial the only number I know associated with you and getting choked up on your voicemail telling you I think we should have stuck it out, tried a little harder, exchanged numbers… eventually exchanged rings. We would both, I’m sure be in the Guinness Book of World Records for biggest hearts and widest smiles on our faces.