I miss you, Prodigious.

Your touch lingers in my memory, soft and warm, like sunlight filtering through the trees. I close my eyes, and I can feel it all over again—the way your hand brushed against mine, the comfort it brought. It’s a feeling I carry with me, even now.

Your love marks, they weren’t just love marks; they were the language of your heart speaking to mine. Each one felt like a secret, a story only we could understand. I still feel them, as though they’ve etched themselves into my skin, refusing to fade.

And your scent. It’s impossible to forget. It wasn’t just a fragrance—it was you, familiar and grounding. It’s the kind of memory that sneaks up on me, leaving me breathless. Without it, the air feels thinner, the world a little less alive.

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Not talking to you feels unbearable, like trying to live without air. I’m a little lost without the sound of your voice. It was always more than just words—it was warmth, safety, and love, all rolled into one.

I feel like a lost puppy, wandering aimlessly, my thoughts consumed by you. My brain is intoxicated, caught in this swirl of dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin—reminders of everything we’ve shared and everything I miss so deeply.

The smallest things bring you back to me—the wind that feels like your gentle touch, the flowers that carry your essence, the songs that hold pieces of us within their melodies. It’s as though the universe refuses to let me forget you, not that i ever could.

I miss you, not just because you’re not here, but because you’re part of me. You’re in my heart, my thoughts, and everything I do.

In-between, I find myself gazing at your picture, tracing the lines of your face as if that could bring you closer to me. Until I can hold you again, I’ll keep these memories close, waiting for the day we can create new ones.