“I look up at the stars, and know you’re out there somewhere. I don’t know where you are, or what you’re doing, heck; sometimes I don’t even know who you are anymore. But it doesn’t matter to me. Not anymore. Cause in the night sky, bright or cloudy, my tired eyes become clear with clarity that this all meant something. Every smile, every tear, led me, led us,...
At first I was very afraid of going to places where H. and I had been happy, Our favorite pub, our favorite wood. But I decided to do it at once, Like sending a pilot up again as soon as possible after he’s had a crash. Unexpectedly, it makes no difference. Her absence is no more emphatic in those places than anywhere else. It’s not local at all. I suppose that if one were forbidden all...