I miss you. I miss the excitement I felt in telling you about myself. I miss having that space to reveal my inner stories, to touch vulnerability, to appreciate appreciation. I miss writing to you and wondering about the reception, imagining a charge that persisted between meetings, oscillating sometimes faintly, sometimes fervently between us. And I miss your flickering glance, how it would send a surge inside me, triggering a response that echoes to this day.