Wind jumps in through the window and pushes my hair from my face.

I remember laughing with those I'd held as they held their tear-splotched faces.

I remember listening to the urge to ask a short but big question,

And being able to pour out the last four years.

I remember praises, affection... love,

From people I didn't expect to love me.

I cannot express with any amount of richness what a difference real love makes in a life.