March 2, 2004
How is it you can, with no more than a glance, let it all go like so much sand through your fingers? The memories shared and the days we spent together are ours and ours alone. No one else in this world will ever remember the laughter, the joy, the times we spent with one another. How do you let them go so painfully easily? I don't want you to leave. But take the memories with you, if you go. Spare me the pain of lying awake at night missing every second of you and remembering what heaven was like.