Thank you God or whoever it is up there. For that conversation. For Healing. For Hope. And Happiness. For renewing the faith. As long as I have that to hold on to, I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.

For sometime now till yesterday, I struggled everyday to find a song to give to you, because you asked for it once…… but I didn’t know. Yes, I thought about it EVERY single day. If one was too sentimental, another was too brash, one was too casual or then too deeply emotional…

But now, I’ll give it to you. Without the fear of looking like a fool. Without worrying that you will laugh at me or think less of me. Without screwing my head over whether you feel the same way still…

This one, that always makes me think of you, no matter how often I hear it, this one somehow comes closest to describing how I see you…which incidentally is also the song I chose as my death song in the last post…..

She may be the face I can’t forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song the summer sings
May be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so crowded and so proud
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
But I’ll remember till the day I die

She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough in many years
Me, I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is she
She

And everyone reading, I am turning the comments off on this one. This is completely, purely totally for me. And then some.