We were two halves longing for each other over the ages. We never met, and never expected to, but we felt one another stood just out of reach in the darkness of long winter evenings. We would make extra cups of tea, set a place across at the table and smile in to the empty space as though we were together. I dreamt of you, a combination of everyone I’d ever known. I felt your hand clasp mine in the moments when I felt most alone.