All evening the incomplete thoughts were just below the surface. Each the beginning of a question that never fully formed. Each more of a vague nagging than a concrete feeling. If the questions would have been finished, there would not have been any answers. If the feelings would have been labelled, there would have been only the same wondering hope as their source.
I don't know who you are, how you will come into our lives, or when to expect you. I don't logically even know that you are real. But my heart sure says you are and I miss you.
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