I spent the afternoon barefoot on my terrace.The tiles were warm, the sun kissed every inch of my solesโฆ slowly, deeply.I laid back, legs stretched, toes relaxed โ and suddenly, I thought of you.How youโd stare.How your mouth would water.How desperate youโd be to crawl closer, just to breathe them in.Youโre not here. But that doesn't stop you from aching, does it?Keep aching. And show me what that ache is worth.