It isn't fair when you know a simple thought from them could rearrange you. All that remains is the hope that somewhere along the way you discarded a stronger more vivacious version of yourself. A fragment to be called upon when you have nothing left.
April will be extremely hard this year. Last night I thought of you, like that's something new? To dream of you and picture loving on your sweet face. I hope you feel my love for you where ever you are. My sweet troy