I found this bouquet of flowers sitting on the steps next to the water in Fremont. Someone left them there for a past lover. The card reads:
“Bebe, Today would have been 9 years married. You left me 7 years ago and everyday I carry you with me. I love you, always, and miss you more than you could ever fathom. I am so grateful for the time we did have. I came here, to our spot, where you proposed… I came here to remember, you, us, our life. I will never forget. Love, Danielle”
This is beautiful and painful. I felt such a tender moment with someone I don’t even know. I want to question love and I want to believe in it. I want to know more and I want to know why. It scares me and it makes me sorry. But this is love. This is love in the most simplest- and tragic- form. Even though it seems like an end to a love- this is essentially the epitome of love.