Do you miss me?" Justine asked. "No," he said, "I spend all day not allowing myself to miss you. I don't let myself think about marshmallow-flavored kisses, or how soft the spaces between your toes are, or how I want to talk to you until we've used up all the oxygen in the room. And I especially don't dwell on the fact that wherever I am, there's always an empty place beside me that's exactly your shape and size.