I used to love waking up to rain in the fall. She'd be snuggled in the crook of my arm still sleeping. The window would be open, but I could still hear her breathing. I could feel her heart beating with mine. I'd give anything for that with her again. I just hope sometimes when she thinks about me, she remembers the good stuff. It definitely outweighed our bad. I'm sorry it's not enough for her to want now.
