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sabriel007It feels like Spring here, and so I make myself a cup of tea with rose blossoms, remembering you in the rose garden, taking pictures.
I wish I had asked what it looked like, "everything would be so much better." What would that mean exactly? You'd still be in Texas, I'd be in Nevada. We wouldn't be walking through rose gardens, so what does it matter, my being on your side? What does being on your side even mean?
Jasper and I race RC cars around outside. Normally, I have to drag him out, but today he asked to go. "I love this weather," he said, and we raced outside, listening to the birds sing. How do you spend your days there?
There's always a little piece of me with you. I can feel her, in your pocket. I just wish I could see with her eyes.
I wish I had asked what it looked like, "everything would be so much better." What would that mean exactly? You'd still be in Texas, I'd be in Nevada. We wouldn't be walking through rose gardens, so what does it matter, my being on your side? What does being on your side even mean?
Jasper and I race RC cars around outside. Normally, I have to drag him out, but today he asked to go. "I love this weather," he said, and we raced outside, listening to the birds sing. How do you spend your days there?
There's always a little piece of me with you. I can feel her, in your pocket. I just wish I could see with her eyes.
