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.