The poem, that I planned to write, "The scariest thing to you is a Buddhist sand painting.
The scariest thing to me is the abominable snow-man from Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,
I dare not say his name."
Mary-Anne asked, "You know you're both of them, right?"
"I do." I say.
I remember telling you I would post this twice, so... Yes, you were so right about emoticons, yes, you were right about my grammar. The memories of you writing over my shoulder and hearing your voice, sharing these words, no matter at what time I write them... I love this and you more than absolutely anything.
"And, I always will," we both say. I can't imagine anything better than you.
