November 25, 2016
I miss her. More than I've ever missed another. I close my eyes and I think of our simple moments together. Quiet laughter and smiles. She's miles away, but I can still feel her with me.
I think about her constantly. Her smile, her soft eyes, how gracious and generous her touch is. I seek the future, in hopes to find her there. Where we sit together and reminisce, and laugh about how we used to be.
