6:50 am. Earphones check, music check. I am wearing a short white dress, just above the knee, boots, and a brown trench coat. My coat has a hood, and though it doesn’t cover my ears, it’s a bit warm. It’s freezing out here, and there’s dew everywhere. I am walking in the grass, under trees. The sound of music is calming in my ears, but that’s not why I am calm this morning. Yesterday I made a joke about the rain, and he got one over me. The joke was on me because that’s all I can think about this morning. The funny thing is that I have taken this walk many times, sometimes more than once a day sometimes. Lately, it feels different, like I am not alone. I know we are never alone, no matter how alone we feel, but this is different. I love this feeling, I really do, and I know that no amount of words can truly describe what I feel, so I close my eyes and enjoy it. There is dew on my skin, I am cold, and my hood isn’t on my head, so my face feels like ice. I can hear his voice telling me that walking through nature is amazing. I miss him so much that my heart aches, and no matter how long it takes, he is worth the wait. In the meantime, I need to stop wearing short dresses in the morning. I need to get a hoody that stays on my head so my ears aren’t cold. And until I am in his arms again, I need to keep walking so that missing him doesn’t hurt as much.
