My braid. A thick lock of golden-hued hair trailing down my chest.
My braid. Bound in deep blue and burgundy red; our favorite colors.
My braid. My comfort, my connection to you.
My braid. One strand for the Master, one for the Padawan, one for the Force...
My braid. Past, Present and Future, woven together, completing a circle of strength.
Is it possible to miss someone you've never met? Yet I do. And then I touch my braid and you're here. You're humming tunes in my mind and I'm smiling.
Master, I... I miss you.