There is a quiet voice that, every day, reassures me. Tells me She just doesn’t know you’re reaching out to her. Surely…it’s that simple. She just doesn’t know.
She can’t have heard you asking for permission just to speak to her. Or feel you missing her. She couldn’t possibly have heard you.
She couldn’t know how much you have to say. The things you never got to tell her. The piece that’s been gone for a year. She just doesn’t know. It’s simple. It is that simple.
My heart tells me every day She must not know. But my intuition tells me She does. She knows. Only my heart doesn’t yet believe it.