Ten years seems like an eternity, and yet ephemeral… They are the turn of a graceful ballerina. Or the decrescendo of a forceful string section coming to a skillfully gliding stop. It moves with me. Stays inside of me. Doesn’t stop. It’s infinite. Like my love for you. I miss you so much it hurts….
Today is her birthday. She’s with me. I love her, and miss her terribly. Especially today.