Eleven

Tomorrow I fly to Maine, USA. For two weeks, myself along with 24 other brilliant musicians will gather at the Snow Pond campsite to perfect a series of chamber works. The best part? I can’t decide between summer weather and taking a break from home. //

For the past week, I’ve been going to bed with a smile on my face. You’re the reason behind that smile. It’s always so comforting to know I’ve got you around and I trust that you’ll never let me down. Even if our daily exchanges wither to a simple, “good morning” and “good night,” it’s all I need to stay content with my life. If not even that, as long as you keep smiling, I am fulfilled. //

I miss how we used to be. We used to talk a lot more and care a lot more about each other. Where are you now? When will this distance close? Is it something that I’ve done? Tell me, talk to me, before I lose the you that was once mine. //