Dear Sara,   To gaze upon her walking past To hold her hand inside my own Comes joy, care, and love to last Comes a feeling of place I've never known. Despite these childish fears of mine A shinning smile upon her face To act as if I've known all time The beauty she has, and grace. Within me she finds comfort, trust And yet she doesn't know Within her I find just as much And say, "I'll never go." -Love (illiegible 'me' or 'yo') The note I read on the bus on the way down to SLC after stealing his sweater and leaving him.