Everyone wanted answers I wasn't ready to give.

Your beautiful mouth was moving like a caterpillar. I reached out and tried to catch it.

If there'd been an astronaut on the moon right then, I'm sure I could have seen him. Perhaps he could have looked down and seen me too... the only one who could.

It was like I’d stepped out into an afterlife. Only there were no angels.

I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it.

I remember that feeling of skin. It's strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it.

In a moment, when I'm ready, I will turn off this computer and that will be it. This letter will be finished. A part of me doesn't want to stop writing to you, but I need to. For both of us.