"Being away from her has made me realize just how much I even miss her troubles. What I once perceived as daily complications, I now see as fragments of a life we shared. There’s a strange kind of longing in me; a desire to be present even in the difficult moments, simply because they are hers.

Yes, I miss her; not only her presence, but everything that made up our everyday life. And I find myself eagerly waiting for the moment I can return; not to some idealized version of her, but to all of who she is: her doubts, her moods, her silences. Because to love someone is also to want to be part of their struggles.

I love you. I can’t wait to come home." - Arnaud L. Vidricaire