The privilege of missing someone

I can’t quantify the number of times Chris and I have left each other for a business trip. For nearly 20 years, we’ve been globetrotting together and individually for work, but for some reason tonight, I found myself extra emotional as he pulled away. Passport…check. Charger…check. Electrical converter…check. Gluten free snacks and lactaid pills…check. Hat and sunglasses…check. All the usual stuff, but before your car even pulled out of the driveway, I had tears coming down my face. Not quite sadness, although that’s definitely there. It’s just that I miss you. Already. I came upstairs and smelled the t-shirt you wore today. I have a lump in my throat writing this. Not in a bad way. I guess in the most beautiful way. What a privilege it is to miss someone this way. So instantly. So genuinely and purely. I want you to be as happy as you’ve helped me become. Thank you for the beautiful normalcy you’ve brought to my life. For being both an anchor, and a liberator: Just wanted to tell you. I love you. Safe home

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