WHEN I’M MISSING YOU - by Heather Grace Stewart

WHEN   I’M  MISSING  YOU    by   Heather Grace Stewart When I’m missing you, I walk to the river’s edge. Frozen or free-flowing, it soothes me; sends me back to our small adventures. Stargazing. Fireflies. All-day swimming. Long goodbyes. No matter how cold it is outside, our summers warm me, and we’re together again.