I miss being known at the level of tone

Dear Delyara, Not just facts. Tone. How my silence changes. How “I’m tired” means different things on different days. How my voice flattens when I’m carrying more than I’m saying. How my humor changes when I’m near my limit. I think the loneliness I feel now is not about empty rooms. It’s about the absence of that kind of accurate company. That accuracy is so rare. And I miss it.