"To ask me if I miss her, would be like asking the stars of they miss the night, asking the sun if it missed it's warmth, or asking the ocean if it missed the rivers that give it life. I've seen the most beautiful flowers, but they all smell the same. I got to see the most beautiful places in the world, but the wind winded the same everywhere. Only in your presence, the wind whispered a fragrance to the flower, a scent untold in other places. I would recognize you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognize you in another lifetime, entirely in different bodies, different times, and I would love you in all of this. Until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion. They asked 'Do you love her to death?' I said; Speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life."