Happy Anniversary, baby.
Happy Anniversary is what I would whisper after kissing you awake if I could manage to keep the flatware quiet and not spill any coffee on the way into the bedroom. I would do it until the spots on my skin were as large and dark as the raisins on the toast and I couldn’t hold the tray any longer. The slightest familiar smell reminding me of you is enough to cripple me and my heart still skips a beat in that instant time stops when a chill shifts the weight of that small titanium band on my ring finger… like my soul, in that moment, fears being lost. Happy Anniversary is what I would say… and that I love you more with every beat of my heart and breath across my lips, but I wouldn’t have to say I miss you.
I miss you.
Oh gosh… there’s nothing really to say except “I’m so sorry!”
Happy Anniversary to you and EL. So sorry Clayton.
Yours was one of the first blogs I ever read. I read it before EL. I remember you meeting EL. And somehow, I lost track of my blogroll until I stumbled upon an old entry I’d written and found my way back. I have no words to convey how very sorry I am.
Clayton,
You are in my thoughts and prayers. I can’t even begin to imagine how hard this last year has been for you. Beautiful picture of EL. We all miss her.
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