dear kindred soul,

the first time i called you that aloud, i saw it register in your body language. so often in the past months you have referred to me as your sage. "my sage," you say generally as we part ways and almost always when we are hugging or when your lips are close to my ears. i generally squeeze a little tighter and smile sending my response non-vocally. but last time we parted ways, i responded, "my kindred soul." and i felt you digest that title before you made eye contact with me and kissed me.
i thought about you today. i mean, of course i did. even though i knew you were out of the country, i still woke up this morning wishing i could see you like i do every thursday. when you come back, i want to ask, "did you miss me? did you think of me? did i even cross your mind as you watched a good friend make a lifetime commitment to another? did you?" but i wont ask any of that when i see you next week. instead, ill ask how your trip was, if the time away provided you with time for just you, and maybe ask how the wedding was. i know you will tell me that it is good to see me, and kiss me on the cheek as we embrace. you say it every time you see me, and generally follow it with a compliment, both of which i fully appreciate. but i wonder if you know how much my heart would swell if you told me you missed me. mostly because i know you would never lie about that or say it out of polite conversation. it would be real. and it would make all of this seem more real.
with love,
your sage