Not been in touch in many years — lost in the friendship group rift after a breakup — but we were once close, and would stretch time and plans to see each other when we’d be on the same continent.
In the imaginal, we were both at some kind of chill gathering, a quiet house party, and it was wrapping up. It’d be the last time I’d see them before they were due to fly out, and we had a corner of the room to ourselves.
I remember gently resting my head against their chest, and then — looking into each other’s eyes — very tenderly and gently sharing affirmations of our mutual love.
Missed you.