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I miss her...Words will never be able to put it out; I miss being able to sit down and look at her. But now, she is a star in the sky, a new bracelet around my wrist, a new prayer every night. My heart is to bless, to honor, to serve, but never to hold back in whatever she feels as to do, with or without an answer; One day I know I'll be able to express not with a writing, or a simple conversation, but with my life what is this passion that drives me, what is this feeling that no language can describe.

But I also know it's not time; There still is a process to be done in me and in her life, there still are things that have to be taken away from my heart, I still need to be molded, crushed, remade. I wait for Your time Papa, for Your voice. Help me not to be deluded, deceived to a different path by things that could erode my love and passion. Allow my soul to rest in your green fields, knowing that you are preparing that beautiful day when we'll be together; whoever she may be...