You said that you wished we were real but we were, don’t you see? If we were not real, why does it hurt so? I don’t need to pinch myself to feel the pain to know that we were real. Two years and I still…

You would often say,” I want to go by the water.” The salty smell and temperamental waves brought you peace eventually became your sanctuary. You loved how the deep blues and somber grays mimicking the rich clouds in the sky. As you watched the fishes…