#yes this is about them

Sometimes I go whole hours without thinking of them. But then I hear the first chords of my self-assigned song for them, or I look at the roses I scratched on the border of my corkboard, or my mind plays tricks on me with a new idea for the fic, or I sigh a bit deeper and it tugs on the sadness of my heartstrings and everything comes back. I start to miss them all over again like someone misses a breath locked away behind hands around their throat.