From Our Readers: A Hundred Tiny Daydreams About You

There are mornings when I manage to make it through my first cup of coffee before I think of you. Then there are others, when I wake up breathless from a dream I thought was real for a moment of infinity. And I swear, I can feel my skin tingling from your fingertips; but my bed, my bed is empty.

There are days when only moments make me miss you, only the almost-perfect minutes. Then there are those days when you are in everything, in every-single-thing I write, or read, in every thought I think, days when you are as permanent as my heartbeat. And evenings, the evenings. Sometimes I fall asleep before my mind gets a chance to wander. And other times, it's 4am and I'm still awake, going over the details in my head, replaying memories like a bad movie. It used to be black and white, but now, now it's all shades of gray.

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