On this past trip, we went to a number of churches. Every time I set foot in a church, I would think of her...
It was the word "pray" that triggered us to start a real conversation. It was prayers, good wishes, and a big heart, that lead us to trust each other. It was a cross that we shared, perhaps the only identical item that we both have/had.
I regret that we never got the chance to go to a mass together. But I can still remember the time when she dragged me into a little chapel with her. I asked God to watch over her. And I'm sure she did the same for me.
In a way, religion (of all things) was the connection. In a way, it's all so ironic.
If only God would answer my prayers.
After all this time, I still can't help but think of her when I'm tired or down...
And, still, I can't seem to refrain myself from getting emotional...
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