on cravings and self - love

Some days are just hard. Some nights are even harder. On some afternoons I walk through this town tears running down my face. Missing you. Missing our story. How we met, secrets I told you, holding your hand in silence, salsa dancing in the kitchen, hugging you. And then there is pain. The hurt. And love that I want to give you. Love that I need to give myself. It is so hard to give myself all that I need. Because there is so much caring, nurturing and attention. So much healing. And I will be ok, I know I will. I am ok. I am standing on my own two feet. Living. Smiling, laughing, exploring. But then missing you and our life deeply. My soul craves your soul. There is no other way to describe it.