For B, S and V

I miss you
The sitting in the middle of the road at 1am with a tub of ice cream.
The running out of restaurants without paying the bill (yes i know it was wrong. both times :)
The tea rituals, the walks, the talks, the waving hands
The immensely satisfying silent conversations
Even today my heart chokes at the memory of you leaving
You were never replaced. You never could be.
Maybe one day again we shall walk, talk and share a cuppa tea

Can't understand why pain is more hypnotic than joy.

Moral dilemmas. Gotta Love Them.