‘I miss you,’ he admitted.
‘I’m here,’ she said.
‘That’s when I miss you most. When you’re here. When you aren’t here, when you’re just a ghost from the past or a dream from another life, it’s easier then.’
‘I’m here,’ she said.
‘That’s when I miss you most. When you’re here. When you aren’t here, when you’re just a ghost from the past or a dream from another life, it’s easier then.’
Neil Gaiman, American Gods



















