I can't deny the fact that when I think of you, the wind always passes through. I know you're not gone from this world, but it's like your ghost. But I think of it as we were meant to be- but for only the time it takes wind to come through. Fleeting, passing, cherished, and just for a moment.

You taught me what it means to truly cherish every bit someone gives you- no matter how close they are, no matter who they are, no matter how long they stay.

This is what life is about- love, learning to love, cherishing, living with others in every moment. It means to live when things come unexpected. I love all of the moments I can remember- however fleeting- however small- whatever they were and meant to be.

And just like the breeze- you'll come and go, and I'll cherish whatever and wherever it does- without denial.