Dear you,

On days like this, bright sunshine-y days before it gets too hot and Houston-humid, I think of those very first days with you. Going to the graveyard and lying in the grass--just talking about life and everything under the sun--when we were wonderful and the days were beautiful. Driving aimlessly, with no direction but plenty of tapioca, just enjoying the moment and being together. A day like this, a year ago.

I drove by the graveyard today and thought about how much things have changed since then. I'm not in denial anymore about what "could have been," what "might have been"... because ultimately it's what isn't. I'm happy with the person I've become, and where my life appears to be going, and the things that are important to me now.

But on days like today, I remember those first brilliant days, and I miss them. And I miss you.

Affectionately yours,
Me