At least that's what they look like in my jewelry box.
It always amazes me that someone so big, and so strong, could be reduced to dusty seashells.
It's almost your birthday, and almost Oct 31st. And I have so many things I want to say to you.
I saw someone who looked just like you. The same eyes. I don't have to look at a picture to remember those eyes, those lips, that silky black hair.
I admit to a long moment of weakness before I introduced myself, and shattered the illusion. For just a moment, you got to be alive again for me. Just a moment. And it made me happy.
It's been too long for me to still feel this way. And I don't. Just in extreme moments of weakness. I miss our adventures, I miss the simplicity of what we had. I miss who I was when I was with you. And yes, I miss you.
I wish I could have brought you with me.
I hope it's better where you are.
