Its always been the utter quietness at night. How softly the winds kisses the trees. The gentle breeze that makes the leaves dance. The slight whisper of the distant voices in the wind. The calmness before the storm..
Its times like this that Explosions In The Sky is on repeat. That I'm taking this all in. That I'm trying to find myself. And figure out what this all means.
Its the little things. Her cute outtie belly button. Her small nose. Her dimples in her adorable pinchable cheeks. Her slight lisp. Not that many people notice it, but I do. Her touch. Which isn't a little thing, but its always the little things add up.
I miss Vanessa for all the obvious and not so obvious reasons.
6:41 a.m. - 2010-01-28
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