Year Six (Without Him) …
… and sometimes even with all the seemingly endless words that I have, the best I can do is speak from my heart with someone else’s beautiful words.
Happy Anniversary to the only truly happy home I’ve ever had, outside, that is, of the home YOU helped me find within myself. I’m still here tending to our garden, Zachariah, in the halo of your infinite starlight. Of all of the lessons I’ve had to learn in this life, you have definitely been the hardest. Nevertheless, I still love you … and always will … until the brighter side of all this grey.
Grieving you and the story we didn’t get to finish the way we’d always planned totally sucks, by the way, but it’s also been a privilege and an honor. It means that I “got” to ever love you in the first place, and only God knows would or would NOT have become of me be it not for our season together. Alas, it was written in the stars that this is how it was always meant to be. What a twisted, bittersweet, ironical anomaly we were.
The Diary Of My Perfection 
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