I want to write about when you smile and how I can see all 28 of your perfectly straight teeth. How the sun runs through the blinds and makes your eyes sparkle like hot ambers after the fire is long gone. I want to write about how soft your skin feels when it brushes against mine. How my heart beats 3x faster when you say my name or laugh or sigh. But you’re not here, so all I write about are the tears.