Fresh today · Sunday, 28 June

New Wishes

A handful of wishes pulled from the cabinet this morning. Pick one up — copy, save it to your pinboard, or send it on.

Drawn at dawn
Wishes in the library
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A rose travels well, but my missing you travels farther.

Let this rose be the closest thing to my hand that you have today.

I miss you in red, in petals, in every quiet evening.

This rose was the best my hands could do from this far away.

Take the rose, keep the longing — both belong to you.

A rose, a thought, a wish: come back when you can.

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We miss you — the whole house feels like it's holding its breath.

Your chair is empty, your jokes are unspoken, and we miss you terribly.

We've been counting the days the slow way. Come back to us.

The dinner table has too much elbow room without you.

We miss you in chorus — softly, daily, every single one of us.

Your absence is the loudest thing in the room.

We keep almost setting your place at the table.

We miss you the way a song misses its missing verse.

Things aren't broken without you — just a little less whole.

The group chat has been quieter, gentler, and lonelier without you.

We miss your laugh more than anything — it was load-bearing.

Come home when you can. We're keeping the lights on, the kettle warm.

There's a you-shaped silence at every gathering now.

We miss your particular brand of nonsense. No one else does it right.

Family photos look polite but unfinished without you.

We miss you in the small things — the inside jokes, the shared glances.

The kitchen runs differently without you in it. Worse, mostly.

We're all carrying a little of your absence around like a pebble in a shoe.

Holidays have been quieter, dinners shorter, evenings emptier.