pstlapsecassiel

I keep wondering what the boy that I was would see in the man I became, but I think that he would actully see himself, just a bit wiser and more worn for use.

Invariably, though, my thoughts turn to the one person I wish was still here, but she is gone. I miss stitting in her apartment and getting a little buzz together, I miss her kindness and advice, and her unwavering joy. I miss the way she saw beauty in the simplest things.

I'll never forget holding her until she fell asleep last time I got to see her. I wish I could have her courage inspiring me, and her hugs when she felt proud. I hope she knew just how proud I was of her, and how much I admired her.