Saturday, September 05, 2015

I saw her today. My memory that lives outside of my body. I saw her. And we talked. And she reminded me of all the things that I act like I forget. And there is always peace and comfort with her. She has the whole story. She has the entire history. She knows every ache, want, and need. She connects dots that I didn't know existed. I saw her today. And of the few things I said, she remembered a million more to make it all make sense. And we didn't have to discuss it. We didn't have to say a word. We knew....
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