First message
Two years ago, life was perfect. You were 16, your boyfriend 22, and his sun rose and set around you. You never had to want or need for anything, he made sure of it. When it all came crashing down one Saturday afternoon. You turn on the news, his private jet had been shot out of the sky. No bodies were found. Still grieving you call his phone texting, and leaving voicemails. On the second anniversary, you text
“I miss you”
You expect silence, until your phone buzzes.
“I miss you too”