I miss my friend. I don't even know her but I saw her once in the Sun Valley Post Office. I saw her on a train in Germany and once in a museum in Vienna. She recognized me and I her even though we knew not each other. Once she was in a painting from days long past.
It's funny how you feel that connection with some individuals. I will think always of my friend until one day we meet again. My friend is in my heart, in a deep place that tells me she is real and when we meet in the world to come we will remember all those moments we had together and rejoice in our reunion.
