Little Slips of Inspiration

I found this written in my email draft folder. I’m guessing I wrote it. It sounds like something I’d write. Something I intended to put into And Then You Dance, because it sounds like Billy, or Renie, or even Jace. I do this a lot. I stumble on little slips of paper with these quotes, or they’re in my drafts folder, or in my notes on the iPad, or on my phone. 

I’m going to keep this post going. Add to it, so I can pull from this as I need and want to. If I remember. It may just become another place I keep inspiration or quotes or random thoughts the significance of I can’t remember when I stumble upon them again.

To say I miss you, doesn't do justice to the ache in my soul. I miss you, with every breath I take—of the air we once shared. I miss you every time I close my eyes, and see your face, your smile, your eyes. I miss you when I dream, and you come to me, make love to me. I miss you when I hear your voice, because my heart hears you even when there is no sound. I miss you with every breath I take, because I remember the air we once shared.