That was a first for me.
Just as you loved the lines in my forehead, I loved the lines in your cheeks when you smiled...
smile big, smile awkward, smile embarrassed, just smile; I loved every little line and crease.
I remember going through security on my way home, after sitting around for a few hours... hoping you could make it back, but your mom's house was locked. It didn't happen. As I was having my bag rifled through just before getting into the terminal, the ladies asked about what I was doing in Atlanta... We were there for a few minutes, so I got to share a lot about you. They thought it was all pretty sweet... noted about how nice Savannah was in agreement... wished me a whole bunch of luck with some warm smiles, and I remember how proud I was to call you mine. I remember how excited I was to tell others about you and how much I loved you... how much you meant to me - I had the world, remember? So did you...
It's wild, it is, the way things were and the way things are... It still blows my mind. It befuddles me, and that leaves me exhausted like nothing else does...
I was one more thought away from breaking down in a public restaurant in front of my little brother at dinner tonight.
It's gotten to the point, once again, where my shoulders physically ache...
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