“Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.”
William Shakespeare I really miss Kayla today. And what my life would have been like if she had lived. And all the things I had imagined for her, her personality, her smile, her likes and dislikes, will always be just that, imagined things. The image I have of her is kind of just a daydream. It is a gray area. I didn't really know her, but at the same time I knew her more intimately than I know anyone else on this earth, because she was a part of me.
Did she suffer? Did she know me too? Did she know how much I loved her?
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