Last night my best friend
sent me a picture of her. Reality cannot capture how beautiful she is, much less a picture. Nonetheless, the best attempt at rendering her on film still leaves me catatonic
. I have not seen her eye to eye
in over 2 months. It wasn't that I had forgotten how beautiful
she is, it was that my mind cannot hold the sheer overwhelming beauty that she so fully embodies. I drown in her eyes, perhaps that is why it hurts when I look into them. I cannot breathe, I cannot look elsewhere for fear that she is but an angel
. But angels themselves have long to go to equal her. We have been so close, not ever physically but closer. Spiritually I have drowned in her sea countless times and every time I look at her picture before I go to bed I realize.
My Ocean is in Minnesota and she's going to marry someone else.