May 27, 2013
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Memory.
May, it’s going to be okay. You can never lose me, remember?
Adam places my hand in his.You see there’s a little string. It runs right from my heart, and is wrapped around this little finger.
He traces an invisible line from his chest to my hand, tying an imaginary knot around my pinky.Now May, this is a very special string. It knows no distance, and it knows no time. It cannot be frayed or broken. As long as you hold onto that little string, you have me. Just give it a little tug, and I’ll come running.
I know you want space right now. Just don’t forget to hold on.
I love you, May.
