Deleted Member Posted March 14, 2013 I close my eyes as I lie in bed, and I see you. Not an image of you, but you as you are or as you were, the you I knew. When I walk down the streets, I see places, I see sights. Too you, they would mean nothing. To me, they may be little reminders of you, little pieces of you that I tuck away within my heart that clear the skies when the rain begins to fall. You walked away, and I said not a word. I accepted your choices, and your life goes on. I pray for you and I am happy for you if you are happy. I move onward, too, but my onward is with the memories of a beautiful moment when you brought me so close to the embrace of heaven, a moment that no earthly experience will be able to reconstruct. It was your doing, and my future is now your consequence, and I accept that and walk down the streets with a new hope and a new vision and a new beginning.