He missed her. The smell, the touch, the way she used to toss her hair. Lying in bed, he would get lost in his own thoughts, replaying his favorite moments beside her, trying to fill the space that she had left in the room, that she had left in himself. She did not know how incredible she was or how she turned everything around her with that smile. For him, there was no scene more beautiful than seeing her in bed in the morning, messy hair, flushed cheeks, daylight reflecting in her eyes. It was like portraying happiness in an image. Not to mention the tuning between them, a connection he had never felt with anyone. The vibration of a message arriving on the phone was the answer he needed. She was the one.
