I feel her presence almost daily. I see her smile and hear her endless bouts of laughter. I picture how she must look as I fight time and wonder if she will look the same as I remember. My memories have brought me back to forgotten times and places we once shared when we were young and so much in love. And for that I'm grateful.
I feel her presence when a soft wind blows, and her perfume fills the moment, if only briefly. I feel her with me as I say goodnight to an empty space beside me, and I shed tears until sleep eventually comes.
I feel her presence in simple things like a monarch butterfly resting on a branch of the tree I planted for her on her 30th birthday. Or a songbird singing a song when she hushed me so she didn't miss a note. She would clap at the end of its song, laughing that laugh I grew to love and cherish.
I feel her presence everywhere I look, every place we ever went, and every second spent with her for the time we had together. There is such a thing as falling in love at first sight because we did just that. Two hearts beating as one until two became one, along with the memories of laughter and tears.
I feel her presence in simple things like a monarch butterfly resting on a branch of the tree I planted for her on her 30th birthday. Or a songbird singing a song when she hushed me so she didn't miss a note. She would clap at the end of its song, laughing that laugh I grew to love and cherish.
I feel her presence everywhere I look, every place we ever went, and every second spent with her for the time we had together. There is such a thing as falling in love at first sight because we did just that. Two hearts beating as one until two became one, along with the memories of laughter and tears.
Mike 2026
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