Therapeutic musings mixed with humorous ramblings and sometimes spiritual notations of life as I know it in written form. A diary of my heart inspired by life.
Monday, March 28, 2011
The Essence of Who You Are
It's not the things we did that make me miss you the way I do. It's not the places we went, the things we said... I miss being around the core of you, your touch, your smell, your presence. I miss the essence of you.