8 years 2 Day


She loved.  She felt her way along, listening for something sweet, something to bring the world alive in her.  She saw things through a broken glass, but she never, never stopped looking for something beautiful.  And to her, you were beautiful.

At this point, we know I am not just talking about her anymore, right?  The more I miss her, the more I understand we wanted the same things.  And I can’t help still wishing that I could give them to her, again, today.

Remember today.  Drink something, sing.  Throw yourself on the rhythm of your day and find its simple internal rhyme.  Close your eyes and see for once how close we still are to our beginning.  It’s what she would have wanted.

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