You are by far my most visited memory. I fed off your love like flowers do when nourishing themselves with the sun. It was an angelic love, heavenly and whole. The windy September day I let you slip through my fingers, so unaware of what rare love it was. You are the best partner I’ve ever had. Our only flaw you ask, I was too young to realize that an angel herself was in it for me, and only me. Still after all these years the love and longing for you is there. Not in my sad moments, when I’m feeling down, but when I have happy moments with another. When the warmth spreads over my chest, the exact way it did when I saw you, kissed you, and held you. Its no longer an empty feeling, but a slightly happy feeling, like feeling you again. Je vous souhaite tout, my angel.
