Violets made of thorns6/11/2023 ![]() ![]() I was going past the cookie-cutter houses when I noticed one that stood out.Īt first, I didn't know why it caught my eye. You know the route, past your Aunt Tilly's house, which is still a hideous pink by the way, cutting through the little park that looks it's best in the winter, when icicles hang beautifully and the snow looks like it has a million diamonds embedded in it. The way you could make me laugh like no one else, the way you could draw a smile from me on my darkest days. Your interesting insights, how you could tell exactly what I was thinking. About your kisses, your hugs, your caresses. ![]() ![]() But when I saw them, all I could think about was you. I would laugh and smile each time I saw you with a bouquet of them. You got me daffodils, remember? Every Valentines Day. To rip my hair out and cry, grief making me all the more dramatic. ![]()
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