“I never knew that I could miss someone that I never knew.
I never knew that I could miss the warm, solid weight of your sleeping body
Or the feeling of your downy head on my lips
Or the smell of your neck when we’re snuggling on the couch
Or the way your eyes look when you wake up in the morning
Or the sound of your giggles when you’ve had a little too much sugar.
But I did know you, didn’t I?
As much as I knew myself.
Knit so tightly to my own being that I still don’t know how much of me you took when you left.
And I think that’s why the grief is so immeasurable.
Because I never knew you.
But I knew all of you, and you knew all of me.”
