I miss you, Z.
..was looking up at the blood moon and thinking of how I would always think of you when looking deeply into it. I thought of all the things that I was when I knew you well… all the things that have morphed into something else that’s not quite as vibrant as when I was near you. Looking up at that moon makes me remember that all that I was then, is what I am now – that I’m just not recognising that I’m still in here and I’m still the same person that you knew and loved. Your departure shouldn’t be an end to things that were me. We shared a section of life and then it ended and I carry you with me, always.