The only thing I wanted was to see his face......I didn't care how many fingers and toes he had, the color of his hair or whom he most resembled....I just wanted our eyes to meet.......somehow then I would know his soul and he, mine........there would be a familiarity between us, an inherent ability to become transparently aware of our identities, one to the other.....
Even now....I often just need to see his face to know if he is truly alright. If things are truly going well......
His face has always told me everything ....every truth I need to know about it him.....I am sure it always will.....
I miss him.....I miss everything about him.....I wish I could just see his face......
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