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november 16th 2004--- and so it begins, my life with you...
it was when the memories faded that i began to remember what it felt like to care-- to get back what was simply a loss of... words, never started as simply as asking for their return.
but i begged. pleaded. and tore at the seams my desire for the perfect words- cut just above the rest to prove with false bravado- that i knew something, about anything... about all the things that truely mattered in this life.
generations before me have been keen in their selection of perfection and all after will know of my failure in choosing the bigger, the better the more intricate display of words...
but i never needed the best words- just the ones that worked.
I hope this means what I think it means, and I want you to always be you and always be near me. I'll do what I can not to worry too much, and you should do the same my dear.