Joey. There you are. Oh, that wry, crooked smile of yours. The first time I saw it, I laughed. But it didn't take long before it lit up my world. What a good man you were, baby. When you asked me to marry you, I was honored, so happy. My journal that I was going to write all those memories in. All those things we were going to do, to see, to have. When you died, I wanted to go with you. A part of me did. Now, after all this time, you're like a—layer of me, what I am. It runs all the way through me. And though there are many layers after it now, it remains—alive, sensitive, vibrant with warmth. You know, I love my husband. Steve is such a kind soul, a treasure. You would have liked him, baby. I know you understand. God help me, I still wish—I could have gone with you.
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