Dear Briar,

It’s raining again today and it mirrors how my heart aches.

I could not get you off my mind this weekend.  Nothing could distract me.  And I tried.  I really did.  I tried to watch television, to sleep.  I even tended the garden.  But you were there.  In everything.

Every bloom, every character.  Every dream.

You are a dream.

I write to you to say that though, at times, I may feel haunted by you, I don’t know any other way to be.  And I don’t think I could exist without your shadow near me.

Missing you everyday,

Me