Sometimes when he or she is looking back, I look at someone I love, and I keep on gazing at him or her, and just try to be aware of my feelings...I gulp and I choke and have to catch my breath, then look away otherwise I will cry because I am so happy. The intensity rattles me. Sometimes I just look at a photograph then close my eyes. I hear their voices. They are so near. I keep on remembering and recalling. I cannot help it and sometimes ask why things happen. I can hear my agonizing scream in the midst of silence. There are some things that affect me profoundly. I am madly in love and love those I love. It does not matter that some of them are no longer here. I love them just the same. My saving grace is that there are not very many people I truly love. I would not know how to handle it. I cannot be a liar and a hypocrite and say that I love many people. I don't. In fact, I abhor so many, but I also like many. I would never trust anyone who says they love everybody. One loves humanity but not every person. The people I love know I love them.
I miss my sister.