The One

There's the one.

The one who knows nothing of your daily existence.  The one who doesn't know what time you get up (8-ish, unless you work, and then 6), or go to bed (~midnight).  The one who doesn't know what the weather is like where you live (hot), or what your work schedule is (a couple mornings a week), or about the quirky drink you had at your new favorite bar (the Vertigo).  The one who doesn't know whether you saw that new movie (no), or the books you're reading (Hebrews for Everyone and Latte Trouble), or your new favorite kind of frozen yogurt (Pink Lemonade with raspberries and almonds). 

There's the one.

The one who knows the big stuff.  The one who knows how much you gave, and how much you just couldn't do it anymore.  The one who knows how much it hurt when you lost your job.  The one who knows how excited you were when you finally sold your house.  The one who knows how unsure you were about grad school, and how pushed you felt to be someone you weren't.  The one who knows how scared you were but how awesome you are, even when you don't believe it yourself.  The one who knows how big your heart is and how loyal you are. 

There's the one.

The one you never talk to, but still tell everything to.  The one who never talks to you, but still tells you everything.  The one with whom you share the crises and the triumphs, the joys and tragedies. The one who shares their own with you.

There's the one.

The one for whom distance is practically a hallmark of your relationship.  The one with whom you conquered the odds of time and space.  The one who, when something important - really important - happens, is the one you want to call. 

I have this one.  I miss this one.

This one is the one I want to call.  There isn't a thing I wouldn't do for this one, and I think the inverse is true.  But right now it feels like time, space, and distance have won.  And my heart hurts.

Because I miss this one.