I've read this post something like ten times and not stopped to give it a proper response because I've been too consumed by my own rage and stupidity. I am home for a few days, which you know, and I spent all morning on your dock with gorgeous images flipping through my head like one of those toys we had as kids. I had never seen the lake in autumn. It's its own kind of poetry. I miss you in ways that are far reaching and hurt to even talk about because they are connected to parts of my life I can't ever have back. You know what I mean. I just want you to know that I want to celebrate you and I do. You are a beautiful, beautiful girl. Knowing you are happy makes me happy. I love you.
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