I saw a bag in the city, and I thought of you. It was red and sparkly and you would have loved it. Actually, whenever I see something that sparkles, I think of you.
So often I go to send you an email, without thinking. Or maybe I am thinking, the way I want to think. That your still there. Waiting for me to share my pictures. My words. My silly ideas.
I never realized how much I shared with you, until you no longer there to share it with.
I want you to know, I know, how much we shared.
I love you always, near and far.