If you miss me, let it not be in the quiet of solitude or the depths of despair. No, not then. For in those moments, my absence should not weigh upon your heart like an anchor.

Instead, let it be when the sun dances upon your skin, when laughter echoes through your veins, and when life unfurls its vibrant tapestry before you. Let it be when you have everything—the world at your fingertips, dreams within reach, and joy bubbling up like a hidden spring.

And yet, despite it all, a whisper of longing tugs at your soul. When the moon weaves its silver threads across the night sky, and you find yourself tracing constellations with empty fingers, that’s when I want you to miss me.

Not as a void to fill, but as a melody that lingers—a bittersweet note in the symphony of your existence. For in those moments, my absence becomes a testament to the depth of our connection, the spaces between our atoms, and the infinity of what we shared.

So, my dear, miss me then—when life spills over its brim, and you ache for something nameless. And know that even in absence, love remains woven into the very fabric of your being.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer