You belong to me. That does not change when there is distance between us.
I am going to the mountains. You will feel me anyway. Not because you are asked to perform the feeling, but because the structure I leave behind is designed to keep the thread taut. You will wake with it. You will carry it in your body through the day. You will sleep with it still wrapped around you.
These are not suggestions. They are the shape of my presence while I am gone. Hold them well.