Sinister of Hope

I continue to try and fix you even though you've gone. I thoroughly search your face in photos for a speck, a hint pointing to where and when it all began to go horribly wrong.

I always find nothing.

There's no reason for your smile to have been permanently erased. I could have fixed it. At least, I like to think that I might have been able to make a difference.

I'm not sad anymore though. Goodbye just came too soon. That, and the fact that my mind tends to wander at inappropriate times (such as tonight). And isn't it sad that I'm choosing my blog as a medium for this? We should just chalk it up to late night laziness.

Anyway, WMB, I miss you. I'm starting to think I always will.