I miss the warmth of your hands…the simple caress of your fingers on my body. I miss your soft lips & feeling your breathe unite with mine. O how I miss having you in my arms and just holding you. I miss the little simplicity. I miss the affection and admiration. I miss the sparks. I miss us walking around and holding hands or just you & I talking and enjoying our conversations. Why did things start to fade slowly? Why did you have to diminish before my very own eyes? I see you there, turning cold & grey like a rock and I just have to stand there and watch it all…

The following excerpt is from page 60 of the Manuscript Found in Accra: by Paulo Coelho:

BEAUTY IS present in all creation, but the dangerous fact is that, because we human beings are often cut off from the Divine Energy, we allow ourselves to be influenced by what other people think. We deny our own beauty because other’s can’t or won’t recognize it. Instead of accepting ourselves as we are, we try to imitate what we see around us. We try to be what other people think of as “pretty,” and, little by little, our soul fades, our will weakens, and all the potential we had to make the world a more beautiful place withers away.