I came across old photos of us today. I found myself missing your big dark eyes. Your handsome face. I never really appreciated just how beautiful you were. I was never really too into appearance. I was also more attracted to what was inside someone than what they looked like. I was always so focused on your inside. What a gentle person you were. How big your heart was. How long and deep and strong you could love.
Now that all those memories have faded over so many years, I’m left with these photos, that I somehow still have. And I can see so clearly, you weren’t just gorgeous on the inside…. These have reminded me just how much you were on the outside too.