on September 16th, 2007 at 03:22 pm
Love that last person with all your heart. Love them so much you have to leave the room for a moment to compose yourself. Think, I knew I put that rose there for someone. I just didn't know at the time that it was you.
That's it. That's it exactly. *cries*
Actually, that's pretty much my feeling about the whole piece. This *is* the process in all it's surreal awful wonderfulness. I'm feeling seriously misty here.
*saves a tiny, scorched silk rose in your honour*