Because losing someone isn't an occasion or an event. It doesn't just happen once. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time. Every time I'm kept in the dark. Every time I'm outcasted. Every time I have unanswered questions.
I crave you in the most innocent form. I crave you to say good night and give you forehead kisses and say that I adore you when you feel at your worst. I crave you in ways where I just want to be next to you and nothing more or less
This is a fun part about being a teacher that will come back to bite me when my kids are in school. (The well-meaning daughter who was asked to write a sentence about her mom’s hobbies. 21 Kids Who Sold Out Their Parents)