...to be standing by my side.

This journal is not for everyone; it is only for one person and only she knows who she is.

Our story may unfold alongside my thoughts of you, it may not. But my promise is this - that I shall dedicate a thought to you here every day until I can wake you with whispers of "I love you...".

The boots are for you. Everything is. I buffed and polished until they shone like, well, new boots. They were standing sentry-like alongside our piano (the one that sang songs to you as you grew) but within the glassy polish and regimented lines there was a problem: They were too perfect. They didn't know that you were not here. They were corrected.

They shall be your sentry when you arrive, not before.

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