“Looking at these pictures,I wonder,did that part of methat flourished around him,like prized perennialsunder a tender gardener's care,die along with him?”

“My heart breaks. Also not the first time. I long to go after him. To find himand hold himand kiss himin the loveliest of gardens.”

“How many days was I like that? Pretending to listen, but not hearing a word? Pretending to care when I hated it all? Pretending to live when I was dying inside?”

“I'm in a castlestanding in a tower,looking down through a windowat the beautiful garden,the sun setting in the distance. The beauty in the momentbrings tears to my eyes. Sky blue pink, the backdrop for roses in ever colorblooming in the garden.”

“Its like i was a garden salad with a light vinaigrette and Jackson was a platter of seafood Cajun pasta.Alone we were good.Together we were fantastic.”

“She taught me to slow down.To look up and enjoy the view.To not worry so much about the end resultthat I end up missing things along the way.”

“If tears could bring him back, there'd be enough to bring him back a hundred times.”