To have been anything at all, what a strange honor.
To have seen and felt.
To have heard the three words of “I love you” whispered in my ear at night.
To have felt the soft blades of grass grazing my skin in the hot summer sun.
To gaze up upon the stars, and wish on the falling ones.
To have seen love, loss, and longing.
To have heard the waves splashing upon the shore— a hymn of peace.
To have been anything at all.
It was an honor.