Care and concern

I care deeply about her. I worry about her. She is lively, wonderful, caring, beautiful. I miss talking to her. But we disagree on one major thing. And that is why we are not talking to each other, and this may last for a while.

 

She may wonder why I keep writing after I have said I would be quiet. She has infected me with her soul, her spirit. They are as beautiful as she is. That is why she remains in me. The pulses I feel are her. But that is as close as I'll ever be to her.