Elle.

My eyes are swollen this morning, still remembering the sadness that cascaded down my face last night as I lay in bed pondering the very dearest of friends—one whom I feel my very soul is deeply connected to—my sister. I can’t explain why the pain of separation was so strong at that moment, but it caused the most agonizing tears I have cried in a long time. I remembered our life together—moments captured in scenes in my mind—playing out with the same feelings of joy and enthusiasm as I had when they had first happened. I have loved our life together, and I anticipate enjoying many more years with this one who loves me like no other, and whom I love more than almost anyone in the world. For now our lives are playing out on two different stages, with only letters written back and forth to bring each other into the worlds we experience. Oh Jesus, please, please, bring me back to her arms—home.

I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be