I miss you, beautiful girl. The universe appears hazy now, and its plans seem incomprehensible. But someday soon you will be back, and with you will return everything that makes me smile. Even the tears seem unfamiliar now, offering no release, just a sense of abandonment, from things we've never belonged to anyway. Maybe someday this will all make sense, or maybe we will make sense instead. Until then, I will put one foot forward and then the next. Missing you with every step, missing Mr. P too. Perhaps he visits when you're not around, perhaps you drop in together. Either way, I'm never there. I'm here because this is where I need to be now. Or maybe this is just how it's meant to be... to not make sense or mean a thing. Just something that happened because one day, I said yes instead of no.

I miss you, beautiful girl.