I’m not one of those wifey people who like, rants about bad florists.
In the way she wore her heart on her sleeve, she wrote and lived the only way she knew how to –
It might have been difficult to read what she wrote sometimes and often I felt her soul had lived for twice as long as her 20 years, but Daul never let anyone manufacture her.
When they tried to, she fought back.
For me, that’s a life that’s well-lived, no matter how the end came.
At least now you know you’ll never be lonely again.
Say goodbye here: Words For Her