Dearest Sara,  Awwww... *sniffles and tear* "But within you all I'm going to be is incomplete..." I say goodbye, but I don't want you to leave. I say I'll see you tomorrow, and I know it's true. You walk away, and I know you'll come back. Inside my mind I see you, at this far away place. I want to be closer. When I stand here, I want to hold you. these people surround me, and I wish it was just one, only you. During this long drive, in the day and night. I often wish you were sitting here next to me. As I shut this place down at the end of the day, I'm free to think of you and about memories we both share. Don't Forget.... You asked me why I held your hand. I'm not obligated. I don't have to. It's not a job. No one is forcing me. So why do I do it? It's my priviledge. It's so familiar to me. I do it to show that I'm still here. So please don't forget...