It's been longer than a day now that Bern's been back.
I know I'm wearing you out with how much I want her near me, in a different room, most of the time, but it is so true.
I'm so much more centered now than those long days she was gone.
I think I need to ponder this connection, what it means to me, after all these years.
Just knowing she's down the hall upstairs while I'm writing this makes me feel more 'who I am' than I felt while she was away.
Have we become 'too close' in all these years?
Have I disappeared into her?
I don't think so, having thought about it a lot. We've become symbiotic in a way, connected at a subconscious level as well as a physical level.
We have our own lives, clearly. But there's something powerful and good about being near each other, in different rooms but still connected.
At least that's what I think.
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