Dear Catherine,

There isn't an hour of my life without you in it.  I mend the boats, test them and all the while the memories come in like the tide.

I was thinking of when we were young, and you left our world for a bigger world.  I was a lot more scarred then I would admit.  I fought my fear by telling myself you'd come back someday, and trying to think of the first thing I'd say to you when I saw you again.  I must have tried out a hundred possibilities.  What did I finally say?  Not much, my mouth wouldn't work except to kiss you, and when you said I'm here to stay that said it all.  Well, I'm doing it again.  I keep imagining what I'd say to you if somehow you came back.

(I do not claim this writing as my own, rather it is a piece from a movie I adore.)