Another piece of me wilts when I stumble across small tokens of you, reminding me of what I once had and so sadly had lost. But as it dawns on me, deeply as I grow, I still know that this was how life chose to go. I know it's being kind to me, but I know once you starting using hope instead of fear, and think of the future and not yesteryear, that it’ll be sweeter to you, too.
