Missing you

As I consider all the possibilities with their permutations and combinations morphing into something bigger than you and me, I find myself in peace even in your absence. That suddenly becomes the most beautiful part of our friendship. I realize that I will miss you always, even when you are right beside me. It is calming when you can separate each distinct emotion and dissect its core knowing that as each emotion comes to life, our time apart finds a new meaning. There is no feeling of longing inside me, baffling and perplexing as it may be. My clamorous mind forms a strange attachment to this placatory feeling of an extreme sense of trust. It is liberating, this freedom from the physiological condition of emotional dependence. Missing you, I feel at home. It is chromatically pure, free from discordant qualities. I remember everything you say and register them with a sense of pride, pride in our friendship as I watch it grow like a beautiful flower that keeps growing. As you find yourself safe with me and I find myself content in your presence, we seek forgiveness for dramatically changing each others' world views. Whether you call it radically distinctive or monstrously uncanny, missing you is the best part of my day.