"When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright died with him. Losing him was like having hole shot right through me, a painful constant reminder, an emptiness I can never fill. "
"Flight 223 to Barcelona, landing shortly." The flight attendant, says over the microphone.
I stared out the window at the pitch black sky.
Natures first green is gold her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf a flower, but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf so eden sank to grief so dawn goes down today. Nothing gold can stay.
As many times as Ryan made me read that poem to him, I never knew what it meant.
Now I do. I understand why Ryan loved it so much.
I know I'll miss you but we'll meet again someday. I'll never let you fade away. I kissed my fingers and pressed them against the window.
We might be apart but I hope you'll always know, You will be with me, wherever I may go.
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