I look at him and wonder how beautiful she would have been.
I mean, she was beautiful. I figure if the dead can be beautiful, then logically they would have been even more beautiful with breath flowing and blood coursing through their bodies.
And I imagine her little spirit adding to her physical beauty and ache for never having known it...never having seen the twinkle and gleam in her eye.
I'm without her in this life. It's still hard to know that...to feel that.