I missed Andrew tonight. He was sitting right beside me, and I missed him. Not our relationship, or aspects of relationships in general, which is more common for me, but him.
It wasn’t an “I’m not over you” thing or a “please come back” thing. It was just… being involuntarily plunged into sadness, with no way through it but through it.
I was asked, hypothetically, if I could “fix” him, what I’d fix. Thing is, there was nothing about him to fix. There was… circumstance.
And if I’ve come to learn anything, it’s that life has its own plan, and does not at any time feel compelled to share control of it or glimpses of the future with even the most stubborn of humans.