I feel like a shell resting against the ocean bed, listening to the waves crashing above my head with muffled reverence.
Feeling this IS feeling.
Memories wash up upon the shore of my mind catching the rays of the sun within the beauty of each unraveling gift. You were a gift.
The light will no longer catch the corners of your smile, and these pockets of the past will remain nestled within a timeless box inside me.

Today was no better than yesterday. Tomorrow, the sun will radiate upon each wonder here on earth that you can rub the tip of your finger against.

And I will still be thinking of you.