I died in my dream and went to *heaven. I asked for another chance; one more last chance on earth but with time turned back a bit. The alarm clock went off, "beep, beep, beep." I woke up and was back...
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way
that this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Bryan made me the best seafood and pasta that I've ever tasted. It was blackened chicken, shrimp, mushroom, and lobster alfredo pasta with garlic bread YUM! I'm still munching on it right now for lunch.
Before when I searched for JC's name on Google, the first result was the guestbook and obituary. A search now for his name yields his poem. It's more fitting this way. I'm happy.