We're not ready yet, but we will be.

 It's sad, but we're not ready yet. 

I want to talk to you, but we're not there yet. 

We're not ready yet. 

But I'm hopeful, one day we'll be ready, we'll be okay, we'd had walked our ways, we'd had healed, felt and known ourselves, and then, we will have a nice walk, we'll have ice cream and we'll go to the cinema. We'll be okay, we're going to be cool again. 

Until then, I'll miss you, sometimes so much it hurts, and other days just for a minute, but everyday. 

When they ask me what do I miss the most, I reply is the company, the trust and our space. Us. Only us. 

No one knows better than us.