I was coming down the escalator at the airport today and tears started streaming down my face... knowing you would not be there. I sat where you used to sit for the longest time. I am so sorry to have caused you hurt. I think about you constantly, about our summer, the secret beach, that sly look you can give me from across a table or room that makes me weak, bedtime stories and our untameable passion. If nothing else, please know you are with me everywhere... I miss you so much. —Llama