Did she know I thought about her when I woke up each morning, as I drifted to sleep each night, and most of the time in between; and that even when I was not consciously thinking about her, I continually sensed the presence of her love within me?
Did she know I once sat and looked at her as she slept, studying the tranquil beauty on her face; and that I whispered over her asking that sweet serenity would always grace her countenance?
Did she know I admired the way she cared for me in my hour of need, and accepted everyone without judgement or criticism; and that she was my inspiration when it seemed lost?
Did she know she went to places in my heart and mind where no one had ever gone before; and that I exposed the totality of my self - - the good, the bad, and the recently insane - - because I had such complete and utter trust in her love for me?
Did she know she was the best friend I ever had, and the bond between us had a depth and breadth that could not be severed by anything less than a mutual decision based on true love at it's most unselfish?
Did she know I loved her profoundly and unconditionally, not just for her loveliness, sexiness, or intelligence (all of which I adored), but more for the grace and goodness that defined her essence to me; and that I marveled at how animals, children, and adults (young and old) were drawn to her gentle warmth like flowers to the morning sun?
Did she know I thanked fate daily for intersecting the winding roads of our lives so that my life might be forever changed by the touch of her spirit; and that I believed she was sent by fate to love me, lift me, and lead me to a better place emotionally and spiritually?
And I wonder if she knows that I love her still, not less for the passing of yesterdays without her, but more for knowing what will be missing from all my tomorrows; and that it helps me, when I contemplate the harshness of life in this unyielding world, to remember that out there somewhere is a rare and precious soul - - and she loved me.
