One of my father's was to marry a woman who was smarter than you.
God, with a wisdom I can't claim to understand, called you home a long time ago, and the tears I shed that night have never seemed to dry.
You kissed me yes, But it was not just goodnight even then I could feel the promise in it. The promise that you could kiss me like that forever.
It went on, this lifetime in a box, one letter after another.
If we'd never met, I think I would have known my life wasn't complete. And I would have wandered the world in search of you, even if I didn't know who I was looking for.
In her eyes and in her touch I felt the echoes of my words.
Here and now she cannot exist without me.
Her hands are warm and soft. Hands I knew better then my own.
For it is one thing to declare one's love for someone and quite another to accept that loving that person requires sacrificing one's dreams.
If there is a heaven we will find each other again, for there is no heaven without you.
But unlike me, she has a hard time saying such things. She loved me with a passion, but I felt it in her expressions, in her touch, in the tender brush of her lips. And, when I needed it most, she lov...